183. Not Selling The Island!

“Ms. Olsen, be careful!” Isla called out, screaming and covering her eyes.

They were both rooted to the spot, panic-stricken and dazed.

The car came to a screeching halt right before where they stood, scattering more dust in the air.

Heidi coughed rapidly as well as Isla who looked as if she was going to faint.

Subconsciously, Heidi held her stomach protectively.

“Hey, ladies.” The guy jumped down from the car, grinning widely.

“Dude, you scared the shit out of them!” Another guy joined, slapping the first one on the shoulder and laughing.

“What's up, Babes. With this amount of dust, the hot chicks don't look so hot anymore!”

The guys laughed hard, on their expressions was the haughty look that rich spoilt brats always carried around.

Heidi fumed, having the urge to slap them. No- she lunged forward to slap their leader, Mr. Malcolm's son, but Isla held her back.

“What's wrong, Babe?” He gave an inquisitive look. “You're not gonna make this game interesting, are you?”

Their foolis