Novel Square
Chapter 1212
Chapter 1212
In the heart of the Caribbean, there was a speck of land where Tanya, stranded and desperate,
scanned the horizon daily for a passing vessel to signal for rescue.
But the island was off the beaten track, untouched by the routes of ships, with not even a fisherman
venturing near its shores.
The absence of the internet drove Tanya up the wall, leaving her feeling like a castaway from another
era.
Her three servants chattered incessantly in a language foreign to her ears, making her suspect they
might be uncivilized natives from some obscure tribe.
Mealtime brought dishes that were a far cry from the culinary delights prepared by her personal chef
back home. Her servants' cooking skills were rudimentary at best.
These people seemed to have no longing for the outside world. They toiled the land, fished the seas,
and harvested coconuts, finding joy in the simple life, as if this secluded island were their slice of
paradise.
Only those cut off from civilization could be content with such existence, Tanya pondered.
Void of vehicles, the island's underground storage was stocked with supplies and medicine to last
years.
The short-haired middle-aged woman, who played the role of a doctor, spoke the same tribal tongue as
the rest. She might be some kind of shaman, handy for minor ailments, but nothing more.
Tanya suspected that Leopold had handpicked this island for investment purposes, building a house
and setting everything up, only for it to become her prison. Shed resolved to win over one of the
servants and turn them into a confidante. After all, once they managed to build a raft, she'd need
someone to row, fish, and cater to her needs.
She had no intention of lifting a finger herself.
There were four others on the island besides her. One doctor and three servants, all women.
Servant number three caught her eye due to her exceptional fishing skills.
With a spear in hand, that servant dived into the sea and soon emerged with two sizable fish.
Tanya beckoned her over, and the woman proudly presented her catch, babbling in her
incomprehensible language, likely bragging about the fish.
"Fish," Tanya tried to teach her a word in her language, but the woman seemed uninterested and
walked away with her catch.
Dark clouds began to mass in the distance.
The servants gathered, arranging shells into peculiar patterns, reminiscent of some ritualistic symbols.
They all knelt and bowed toward the sea, a clear sign to Tanya that a storm was approaching.
As the weather turned, waves grew fierce, and the servants retreated indoors. Tanya followed suit.
The house was built like a fortress, sturdy enough to withstand a hurricane.
The generator was safely nestled in the basement, shielded from the storm.
Rain lashed against the windows as the wind howled outside, waves towering at least ten feet high.
Utterly unconcerned with cleanliness, they worked seated on the floor, wiping their hands on their
aprons.
Tanya approached them, "Don't you ever wish to leave this place? To go somewhere else?" She Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
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Leopold must have gone to great lengths to find such people.