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    Wesley’s eyes flickered with interest. “Deal.”


    Even though he didn’t know where this mentor was, he suddenly stood up. “Come on,” he said. “I’ll take you somewhere nice.”


    He took her by the wrist and led her toward the dock.


    “Where are we going?” Elena asked, looking confused.


    Wesley didn’t answer. When they got to the dock, he helped her onto a yacht.


    They were alone on the yacht. Wesley took the wheel and steered them out toward the open sea, the boat leaving a trail of white water behind.


    He wasn’t going too fast, and Elena saw whalesing up to the surface to breathe.


    The farther out they went, the bluer and deeper the water became. The salty smell of the ocean filled the air. About ten minutester, a small ind came into sight.


    Unlike the ind they had just left, this one waspletely surrounded by ocean. Here, they were truly alone.


    Wesley slowed the yacht near a spot perfect for diving, leaned against the side, and then jumped into the water.


    The seabed was still quite a distance below, and he spread his arms wide as he descended.


    “Come on,” he called up to Elena. “I’ll catch you.”


    Elena didn’t need help to jump from such a height, but she didn’t want to soak her outfit. With a quick leap, sheunched herself off the yacht andnded perfectly in Wesley’s arms.


    Wesley was clearly in a good mood, a smile ying on his lips as he carried Elena—her soft weight and subtle perfume filling his senses—toward the beach.


    Once her feet touched drynd, Elena looked around the ind. It seemed quite basic, with coconut trees stretching as far as the eye could see and a few weathered houses scattered about. She was surprised people actually lived there.


    “Why don’t they just leave?” she wondered aloud. The ind was surrounded by water. How did they manage to get fresh water and other resources?


    Wesley exined, “These are elderly residents who have lived here their entire lives and are deeply attached to the ind.”


    Elena then realized that everyone she had seen so far was indeed elderly. “So, how did you even find this ind?” she asked.


    “This ind belongs to the Spencer family,” Wesley said, leading her through a cluster of coconut trees where more people suddenly appeared.


    Elena understood—it was a private ind owned by the Spencer family. Many wealthy people and politicians had their own private inds, ces to escape from the world.


    She was familiar with such setups. On these inds, the usual rules didn’t seem to apply. The rich and powerful often kept young, attractive women around for their pleasure. Some even used them as bait to lure other important and influential figures. For some, these ces were simply personal ygrounds.


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