Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 393 Island Nation

On the mountain road, a group of people stared at the car crash site, gasping. "Joseph and that girl didn't fall off the cliff, did they?" "What a disaster!"

"Call the police, now! Quit standing by," James barked, pulling out his phone while ordering the security guards to search below.

If something really happened, he couldn't dodge the blame.

Charley stood at the cliff's edge, looking at the skid marks, pale and shaky.

Gilbert, seeing this, quickly supported him, worry etched on his face. "Charley."

Eleanor, usually so upbeat, couldn't stop the tears as she looked at the broken guardrail. "Lela, she..." She wiped her tears with her sleeve. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have let her go." Charley steadied himself, fists clenched, voice hoarse. "No way."

He believed that Lela wouldn't have an accident.

With that, Charley got into the car, and Gilbert and Eleanor followed up.

A silver sports car sped down the mountain road, disappearing into the night, kicking up dust.

On the forested island, Sylvester and his team had been trekking all day. After more than a decade, there were no traces left, so they finally showed up from the forest.

As soon as they came out, a subordinate reported, "Sir, there are no sea pearls in the deep water areas around here."

At his words, a gloomy look appeared onSylvester's face.

Seeing this, Mildred quickly asked, "Did you dive into all the deep-sea areas around here? None at all?"

The subordinate shook his head. "Yes, none at all."

Sylvester, with one hand in his pocket, stared at the calm, azure sea, deep in thought.

This sea area was perfect for the special sea pearl oysters; it was impossible there were none to be found!

Mildred looked at Sylvester. "Sir, should we return to Aurora Isle now or..."

Sylvester's expression darkened, his hand gently stroking the deep-sea pearl in his pocket. "To the Island nation."

The island nation was made up of ten Balthazar islands.

Each island was governed by an elder with a different surname, and the council of elders, composed of these ten elders, jointly managed the island nation.

Of course, the Council of Elders took direct orders from the king.

At this moment, in a palace high among the clouds, Max sat in the chess room, playing a game against himself.

On the chessboard, pieces of each side fiercely battled, neither side giving way.

At the door, a maid who had bathed in flower petals stood properly. A bodyguard approached and said something to the maid, who nodded.

Then, the bodyguard entered the chess room and knocked. "Mr. White, they report that Sylvester from the Gomez family in Central City, Pliar Country, has arrived at the Island nation, and the council of elders has already gone to greet him." Hearing this, Max's hand paused. His left-hand strategy was off track, but his right-hand move was about to encircle and capture the left.

As he stared at the board where the left should have won, Max's expression darkened.

He picked up a piece and flung it towards the door-the chess piece flying like a secret weapon breaking the air, piercing an unmistakable location.

The maid let out a cry of pain, but despite her bleeding eye and the agony, she quickly knelt down and begged for mercy, her voice laced with tears.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a pair of long legs stepping out of the chess room. Max looked at the blood on the ground with disdain and said, "Filthy."

The next second, the maid was dragged away by the hidden subordinates.