"Hmm." Viola Thompson nodded slightly.
Thirty minutes later.
The speedboat finally arrived at the pier.
Viola helped Mrs. Thompson off the speedboat, and the two walked down together.
Mrs. Thompson, visiting Bright Island for the first time, curiously asked, "Viola, can we stay on the island tonight?"
"Yes." Viola nodded slightly, "I booked a guesthouse near the beach. We can walk around the fishing village on the island during the day. In the evening, we can enjoy the sea breeze while grilling barbecue and stargazing."
These words sounded very enticing.
Mrs. Thompson smiled and said, "That sounds great."
The young and old walked leisurely along the island path.
Even though they had just met, their conversations seemed to flow as naturally as if they were grandmother and granddaughter who had spent many years together.
There was a tacit understanding.
On the other side of the island.
Trevor Sherman stepped down from the helicopter.
"Boss Sherman."
