Chapter 173: Chapter 173: Big Bully, Picking on Kids
The Island Master of the Isle of Flora was earnestly introducing the island to the distinguished man before him, almost describing its coastal cliffs as unique wonders.
There’s no choice, life is tough.
Among the many islands, the Isle of Flora was indeed resource-rich and economically strong, but since the war and the virus outbreak, the island suffered great losses and has only recently been restored to its original appearance.
When Ann Vaughn solved the problem of the virus infection on the Isle of Flora, many people came to visit her, but she avoided meeting them, and the residents all tacitly kept silent about her matters.
The Isle of Flora couldn’t bring in tourists through this aspect to develop its tourism industry and lighten the island’s burden. It didn’t earn a penny.
The Island Master felt bitter at heart, wondering why making money was so difficult.
Finally, an opportunity came. It was rumored that this man before him was internationally renowned, not only worth billions but also ranked among the top ten wealthiest people in the world.
If even a fraction of his wealth slipped through his fingers, it would be enough to sustain them.
However, this man was ordered by the national upper echelons to be well treated, so even though the Island Master could hardly contain himself, he had to remain respectful, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
"Please don’t rush, our master is visiting your island to meet that doctor who developed the antidote for the N3H5 virus. May we have the opportunity to meet them?"
The assistant walking behind the esteemed guest inquired.
Who is the Island Master talking to?
Kenny heard the Island Master’s voice and seemed to hear something about his mommy, instantly his eyes turned, and he ran into the street corner.
Unexpectedly, he ran right into a person, and with a "bump," he lost his balance, and his little buttocks kissed the ground.
"Ouch." Kenny scrunched his small face, from this angle, he could only see the shiny leather shoes of the person he bumped into. He took a moment to get up from the ground.
He gave a polite little bow to the person and apologized softly, "I’m sorry, I didn’t see clearly and bumped into you."
As he spoke, Kenny quietly lifted his little head, wanting to see clearly who was interested in his mommy.
The man was in a finely tailored black Italian handcrafted suit, tall and stately, half-leaning against a streetlamp at the side of the wall, with a lit cigarette between his fingers, and through the curling smoke, his cold, stern profile could be glimpsed.
He slowly turned his head, the warm light gradually outlining his features clearly.
His finely sculpted facial lines, distinct and profound features, and a stern and steady expression marked by thin, slightly pursed lips exuding a natural authority.
His narrow, deep black eyes, like an undisturbed cold pool for years, paused in the air for a moment, then looked directly down at Kenny.
A large and a small pair of eyes met, almost simultaneously frowning slightly.
This man... why does he look so familiar?
Kenny frowned his little brows, feeling that things were not simple.
Probably one of those who once tried to assassinate his mommy, anyway, he remembered what he looked like, so it wouldn’t be hard to investigate thoroughly.
"My mommy is still waiting for me, I have to go!" Kenny blinked his eyes, lifted his legs to run away.
He hadn’t run two steps when his collar was suddenly caught and lifted, and a voice as cold as millennium ice spoke from behind him.
"Child, is eavesdropping fun?"
Kenny’s short little arms and legs flailed in the air, his big eyes widening at the man’s words, speaking in a babyish tone, "Uncle, what are you talking about? I wasn’t eavesdropping."
"You hid there for two minutes and seventeen seconds, suddenly rushing out, what do you intend to do, hmm?" The man lowered his voice, his long fingers pinching the Little Dumpling’s face, coldly asking.
His expression was already as grim as Yama’s, coupled with this icy tone, any other child would have been scared to tears long ago.
Kenny rolled his big eyes at the man’s cold, stern gaze, suddenly his little mouth pouted, and he began to cry loudly.
"Wah... I got separated from my mommy, if my mommy can’t find me, she’ll be worried sick, I need to find my mommy, wah!"
The Little Dumpling’s tears came so freely they couldn’t be stopped, and his crying was earth-shattering, making people involuntarily cover their ears.
Due to the dim light earlier, the Island Master hadn’t clearly seen Kenny, but now he could clearly see his appearance.
The Island Master quickly walked over, standing five steps away from the man, apologetically explained, "Sir, this child’s mother is a doctor on our island, we’ve watched him grow up, please don’t blame him."
"Oh?" The man coldly glanced at Kenny, who was sobbing and twitching, frowned, and set him down but didn’t let go, "I’m quite interested in meeting a doctor who can educate such a smart child."
The Island Master couldn’t help but wipe the sweat off his forehead, wishing he could slap himself.
Why did he mention the doctor!
This distinguished guest was obviously here for Dr. Vaughn too, if he dares to sell out Dr. Vaughn, the residents would devour him alive!
Kenny, seeing the man finally set him down, a mischievous glint flashed in his big eyes, but hearing he actually wanted to see his mommy, his little face puffed up with anger.
Don’t even think about it!
Kenny, with a big "ah," bit down hard on the man’s thumb webbing, seized the moment when the man was distracted and loosened his grip, sprinted off like a cannonball.
As he ran, he turned around and made a face at the man, "Big meanie, bullying children, shame on you!"
After saying those words, the little cannonball disappeared.
"Sir, are you alright?" The Island Master mentally screamed, cautiously asked, "The child is young and ignorant, please don’t take it to heart."
The man looked down at the bite mark with a bit of drool on his thumb webbing, took the handkerchief handed over by his assistant, wiped it clean, and said in an indifferent tone, "No matter, I would like to meet this child’s mother. Can the Island Master arrange it?"
The words seemed to be inquiring, but there was not a hint of inquiry in his tone.
The Island Master was so anxious he tugged at his crown, losing three more hairs from his already sparse top.
"I can’t make this decision on my own, if the doctor doesn’t want to meet, even I can’t do anything."
"The upper echelons once said the Island Master is highly capable, handling matters appropriately, which is why they entrusted you with hosting the gentleman," the assistant chimed in with a smile, "I believe this small matter won’t be difficult for the Island Master."
The Island Master’s face stiffened, feeling like he had jumped into a deep pit.
If he didn’t handle this well, not only would he let the leaders down, but he’d also lose such a significant business opportunity.
"Please rest assured, after the fireworks festival, I’ll arrange for you to meet the doctor."
After the Island Master left, the assistant softly said, "Sir, it seems the doctor we’re looking for is indeed the mother of that child."
Otherwise, given the Island Master’s eagerness, there was no need to hide it, only grudgingly agreeing after being threatened.
"Postpone the itinerary, stay for two more days," Cyrus Hawthorne withdrew his probing gaze and said indifferently.
"Yes, sir."