“Boy, thinking of going abroad to save your father with just a hundred bucks, what would you do if you didn’t meet me?”
Oliver silently took out a broken bowl from his backpack.
“Mom once said, ‘Going out with a broken bowl.'”
Channing felt sorry for his grandson.
He immediately called a stewardess and ordered two breakfasts.
“Eat, and when we land you can call Great-grandpa to apologize.”
“You just ran out like this, he must be anxious by now.”
Oliver wolfed down the buns in his hand and nodded.
“I understand, thank you, Grandpa.”
“Next time you can’t do this again, or I’ll tell your dad to spank your little butt.”
But that’s after his dad comes back safely.
Back at the villa, old Mr. Foley really didn’t notice that Oliver was missing.
It wasn’t until noon that he realized something was wrong when he sent the driver to pick someone up.
The kindergarten teacher said Oliver had taken a day off today and hadn’t come to school at all, showing him the text.
But the note in old Mr. Foley’s hand said Oliver had gone to school on his own.
“This child is really bold, if he’s not at home or at school, where could he be?”
Worried, old Mr. Foley thought about reporting to the police, but the driver reminded him, “Old Mr. Foley, a person is not considered missing until 72 hours have passed since disappearance, and young master has been missing for less than 10 hours.”
The police won’t take action yet.
“Well then, send some people to look for him, and the company should check as well, in case Oliver went there.”
“Okay.”
The driver had just left when old Mr. Foley received a call from Oliver, finally feeling relieved.
“Oliver, where have you been, you almost worried Great-grandpa to death.”
The answer he received almost made old Mr. Foley bite his tongue.
“You said you’re at… at Jadence Airport? My goodness, are you kidding me?”
After not seeing each other in the morning, his great-grandson had traveled hundreds of miles away.
Channing had to take the phone and briefly explain what happened, assuring old Mr. Foley that he would take care of Oliver.
After hearing this, old Mr. Foley had to reluctantly agree.
“Well, Channing… please take care of the child. And, I apologize to you for last night.”
He was just too anxious and spoke thoughtlessly.
Channing wasn’t one to hold grudges, so he forgave old Mr. Foley.
Dragon Serpent Isle Prison.
They had been inside for a whole night, with no one interrogating them until dawn.
Finally, at mealtime, they saw someone.
“Food.”
The person threw two box meals through the bars, rudely dropping them in front of them, with rice grains spilling out.
Even beggars would probably not eat in such a manner.
But Cheyenne picked it up, suppressing her anger, with a simple thought in mind.
You have to stay alive to fight back!
“Hey, tell your boss I want to see him!”
But the person seemed to ignore her, just leaving after throwing the meals.
Annoyed, Cheyenne puffed up her cheeks.
“Hey, don’t leave, did you hear me, I want to see your leader!”
“Hey…”
The person was already far away.
Kelvin got up and walked to her side, gently patting her back to comfort her.
“Cheyenne, calm down. The more difficult the situation, the more we need to stay calm. I believe Master Iker will find a way to rescue us soon.”
“It’s just that Master Iker is probably their target now, and he is too busy to take care of himself.”
Let’s just eat first.
She is almost starving now, and she needs to eat to have the strength to figure things out.
Opening the lid, she was surprised to find that the food inside was surprisingly good, with not only vegetables but also braised pork.
Looking at the rosy and shiny color, Cheyenne couldn’t help but swallow hard.
“Oh my, they are quite considerate to the prisoners, could it be that they want us to eat well before we hit the road?”
On the other side, Mike was so hungry that he couldn’t help but pick up a piece of meat with his fork and put it in his mouth.
As soon as he took a bite, he felt so disgusted that he spat it out.
“Yuck, yuck, yuck, why is this meat sour? The texture is strange… It doesn’t taste like beef or chicken.”
Hearing his complaint, Cheyenne’s hand holding the fork trembled.
She took a closer look.
“This texture… it’s human flesh, damn it!”
Terrified, she dropped the food in her hand, feeling sick at the thought of almost putting that piece of meat in her mouth.
“Ew…”
“So disgusting, they actually gave us this thing to eat.”
She could have tolerated snake meat, after all, this was Snake Island, eating snake meat was normal.
But this was damn human flesh!
Even Kelvin’s face changed color, his reaction was more exaggerated than Cheyenne’s, he even spat out bitter water.
Because he had already taken a bite, the food was in his stomach by now.
Seeing this, Cheyenne couldn’t help but feel sorry for Kelvin, this would probably be a lifelong trauma for him.
“I first ate a worm and now I suffer this. All for helping you find Omari, Cheyenne, you can’t despise me.”
What if she refuses to kiss him in the future?
Cheyenne didn’t expect him to be thinking about that.
“What if I despise you now?”
“Then I’ll kiss you now.”
As he spoke, he walked towards her.
Cheyenne hurriedly covered her mouth and moved aside, not hiding her disgust towards him at all.
“No way, if you dare to kiss me, I will kill you!”
Mr. Foley felt wronged, he couldn’t even kiss his wife now in search of Omari.
No one had eaten the lunch, they endured until evening, and the people who brought them finally agreed to see them.
“Come with us!”
The men opened the door of the cell, held guns to their necks, and forced them to go with them.
“Where are we going?” Cheyenne asked curiously.
The men remained silent, taking them to a relatively spacious hall.
Originally a vast, empty hall, it was now covered with red carpet, lit with electric lights, and had a desk that looked quite official.
A young man in a black suit sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, gently swaying a highball glass on his fingertips. He looked relaxed and lazy.
Standing next to him was a middle-aged man with white hair on the temples, it was Hassan, who had brought them in last night.
“Sir, they are here.”
At the sound of the voice, the man put down his glass and slowly turned around.
A magnetic, familiar voice resounded in the space.
“Mr. Foley, Mrs. Foley… what a coincidence, we meet again.”
“It’s you!”