177. Mystic Island

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At Mystic Island.

Sitting on a lounging chair across the rift, Heidi watched the blue waves silently, the serene feeling enveloping her, a stark contrast to the uneasy feeling inside her.

“Ms. Olsen…” Isla sat beside her, swiping through the tablet in her hand. “Mr. Malcom has finally agreed to meet us. His assistant scheduled the meeting to be tomorrow. Isn't it unfair?”

Tomorrow?

Heidi thought it would take a week or more to convince the owner of the island for a meeting.

They'd been there for three days, and not a bit was she worn out.

Meeting the owner too soon would be the same as concluding the deal earlier than she'd anticipated.

“Why aren't you happy, Ms. Olsen?” Her silence bothered Isla who looked at her with worry in her eyes. “Are you perhaps, homesick?”

Heidi chuckled. “Home is the furthest thing in my mind, Isla. You know that.”

Isla had on a conflicted look, detecting the meaning behind Heidi's words.

“Is it a better idea to stay away from home, Ms. Olsen? Instead of