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Chapter 261 Roast Her
Chapter 261 Roast Her
In everyone's view, Eric's action earlier looked like he was deliberately letting go of life.
When Mitchell saw this, he quickly ran over to stop Eric.
He was afraid that Eric would do something stupid again.
"President, are you alright?"
Eric's eyes were tightly closed. He laid lifelessly on the seat without any reaction.
Mitchell subconsciously placed his fingers over Eric's carotid pulse and sighed in relief before he
looked at Kai gratefully.
"Thank you, Young Master Stanton. President Ferguson must’ve been too tired since he hadn't slept for
several days."
Kai glanced at Eric with complicated eyes.
"Take him back. Leave your people here to work with . n
me.
Mitchell immediately nodded in agreement. If Kai refused the manpower as well, he would have to
worry whether Eric would skin him alive when he woke up.
Kai called someone to pick him up, hung up the phone, and saw Mitchell seemingly hesitant to speak.
"Is something wrong?” Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
Mitchell pursed his lips and thought about it before opening his mouth.
"Young Master Stanton, I know that you were saying all those just now because you wanted President
Ferguson to back down."
Kai turned away. It did not matter whether or not Mitchell guessed his intentions.
Kai was no saint, but he was not so cruel to watch Eric lay waste to himself either.
Mitchell continued, "After President Ferguson and Ms. Stanton divorced, he had been reflecting on the
past. He’s constantly in pain since. There were some misunderstandings that he did not mean to
cause, yet they indirectly hurt Ms. Stanton. He always wanted to make up for it, though to no avail. But
Young Master Stanton, President Ferguson never fakes his emotions. The regret he felt was real, so
are his feelings for Ms. Stanton."
At those words, Mitchell felt like he had overstepped his boundaries and said too much.
If Ms. Stanton was here and heard those words, what would she feel?
Kai was silent for a few seconds. However, he did not stay and went to the other helicopter that came
to pick him up.
When Kai reached a passenger ship below, he looked u
p at the sky.
He had to admit that if not for the many things that happened between Eric and Nicole, those two would
have been a match made in heaven in every aspect.
Unfortunately...
Kai’s chest overflowed with grief. It did not matter whether or not Eric had feelings for Nicole because
she would never come back...
Kai stood on the deck, ignoring the cold as the bonechilling sea wind struck his face.
That handsome, flawless face had become pale with several unpolished traces. His pair of once
glittering eyes were now dull with grief...
On an island a thousand nautical miles away.
Nicole slowly opened her eyes and saw damp leaves messily cluttered on the ground.
She found that she was unable to move because she was tied up by something.
As soon as she turned around, she saw an indigenous person squatting next to her, scrutinizing her. A
variety of colored markings streaked over his dark skin. Nicole could not help but let out a shocked cry.
The man smiled at her.
He was bare-chested and had long, messy hair. His neck was adorned with animal bone-like
ornaments, and there was a circle of leaves around his lower body.
Nicole trembled in fear. ‘Was that a smile of death...?'
She sat up in terror and scooted away from him, surveying her surroundings.
She was in a simple tent-shaped hut made out of many branches and leaves. The branches were the
same as the most common kind of trees in the jungle.
The curvature of the branches was very flexible, and the dense branches and leaves stacked layer by
layer kept out the wind and rain.
However, the space was small and there was no ventilation. It was damp and dim inside.
Nicole's sluggish face was pale and miserable. The feeling of being cold, thirsty, and hungry became
more unbearable as she woke up.
'I'm still stuck in this hellhole?!'
Her fingers clenched so tightly that her fingertips went white.
The man stepped forward to touch her, but Nicole screamed and dodged.
When she turned her head, she saw dozens of identically dressed men not far away.
They looked fierce with deep, protruding features.
They looked like the indigenous people she saw in documentaries.
Her heart sank deeper like it was falling into an abyss.
'W-Where the hell am I?!'
When Nicole saw the situation, a fierce chill went down her spine. 'Are these the people who carried
me here by my limbs?'
The tribal people stacked up firewood in front of them. There was a strong man who looked like their
chief sitting there.
The others took slender pieces of wood and rubbed the sticks on a thick, dry log. Soon, the bottom of
the stick began to smoke.
As the fire gradually grew, it was placed on another pile of dried leaves. The fire spread immediately as
the firewood burned swiftly.
'Rubbing sticks for fire? A primitive civilization?’
Disbelief was written all over Nicole's face. 'God must be playing a huge prank on me!’