The only response was a cold, automated voice informing him that the phone was turned off.


    Unwilling to give up, he had his grandmother try calling.


    The result was the same. The phone was off.


    ire had blocked him.


    Old Mrs. Quigley pounded on his arm in frustration. "See? See what you''ve done? Now my dear granddaughter won''t even talk to me! Give her back to me!"


    Felix didn''t flinch, letting his grandmother''s fistsnd on him.


    He hadn''t slept well the night before, a strange sense of unease settling in his heart,


    a feeling that something was about to happen.


    After finally getting his grandmother home, Felix immediately began searching for ire''s whereabouts.


    He even checked back in Rivercrest City.


    In the end, he was told that ire had gone on a trip abroad with Noreen.


    Learning that she was safe, Felix finally breathed a sigh of relief.


    But at the same time, a growing sense of loss filled his heart.


    She probably just needed to get away and clear her head. That was fine. It was better than her being angry with him. Besides, she shouldn''t get upset while she was recovering.


    Once she had her fun, maybe she''d stop talking about divorce.


    As soon as he got to the office, Felix had his secretary transfer fifty million dors from his personal ount to ire''s.


    Then he took out his phone to send ire a message on WhatsApp.


    There was so much he wanted to say, but he found himself typing and deleting, over and over again.


    After much deliberation, he sent just a few words.


    "Have fun."


    The moment he hit send, a ring red exmation mark appeared in the chat window.


    A system notification confirmed it: ire had blocked him.


    Wilbur, who truly knew how to live, had picked an incredible spot.


    The moment ire and Noreen arrived at the resort, its beauty made them forget all their worldly troubles.


    In ire''s words:


    To hell with that jerk Quigley!


    To hell with men!


    The world was too big and beautiful to waste time worrying about some guy.


    Noreen asked Wilbur curiously how he had discovered such a stunning ce.


    "I''m actually an investor in this resort," Wilbur exined. "I came here while scouting the project and was deeply impressed."


    "You have good taste."


    Seeing them about to drift into a business discussion, ire quickly intervened. "We''re on vacation, no work falk! It looks like his is an archipgo. Are those other nds part of the resort too?"


    "Some are private inds, some are still under development, and some are uninhabited."


    "Private inds?" ire''s eyes widened. She was getting a glimpse into a world she never knew.


    The world of the rich was truly beyond imagination.


    She didn''t even own her own house, yet some people had their own private inds. Damn it!


    Would it kill the universe to let one more person be rich?


    ire had a wonderful time on the resort''s ind, spending her days soaking up the sun, enjoying the warm sea breeze, and watching the sunrises and sunsets.


    It was pure bliss.


    In the evenings, she would drag Noreen to the beach to collect seashells.


    "This one is beautiful. We should bring it back for Katy," ire said, excitedly showing Noreen a pretty shell she''d found.


    ет


    The hotel concierge who had apanied them remarked, "The shells here aren''t the most beautiful, actually. The most beautiful ones are on Nightingale Isle over there."


    "Nightingale Isle? There''s a ce with a name like that?"


    "It wasn''t always called that," the concierge exined. "The owner bought it a few years ago and renamed it. It was originally two inds shaped a bit like a rightingale After belying age, heves connected the two closest points, so now it''s one ind collectively known as Nightingale Isle. The scenery there is the most beautiful of all the inds."