The sky was still dark when Mr. Angelo's private helicopter landed on the beautiful islet that Ryan owned. Surrounded by the sprawling body of water that glittered in silver lights, the first glimpse into the place gave everyone the impression of immersing into an enchanted paradise. Several outdoor post lamps surrounded the whole area, lighting up the entire shoreline. The breathtaking view of the beach house, the well-crafted landscapes, and the vast pool which broke into two narrow dimensions, winding through the edge of the islet, greeted them.
The moment the group descended from the helicopter, Ryan met and greeted them with a wide smile. He was only wearing a floral, beach shorts, paired with a black shirt, hugging his lean body, and a pair of slippers, a different image from his usual business attire. During the cruise, though everyone else wear casual wears, he often showed up with black or denim jeans, paired with a polo shirt.
