After they got off the plane and set foot on the surprisingly mild equatorial land, Shirley Thorne gazed out at the vast seascape and suddenly realized something.
"Mr. Grant, how big is this island?"
Ethan Grant pulled out his phone, unlocked it, tapped open an image, and handed it to her. "See for yourself."
The moment Shirley Thorne took the phone and saw it, she was green with envy.
'So this place is just a teensy bit bigger than Azuwana, the island the Old Master had given her.'
It had taken her a full week to try out everything on Azuwana. On an island this size, it would take three months at a minimum.
'In terms of time, this island really did seem perfect for… 'preparing for pregnancy',' Shirley Thorne's mind wandered.
"Let's go. Time to eat."
Ethan Grant took his phone back from Shirley Thorne and walked on ahead. The sea breeze tugged at the hem of his clothes as it swept past.
