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Chapter 1774

Chapter 1774 Factory

Suppressing my nausea, I straightened up and side-eyed him. “Yes, that’s right. My health isn’t the only

one getting lousier; my temper is too. You better pray to God that you won’t fall in love with me, or else

I’m going to make your life a living hell.”

Hearing that, Nathaniel wiped away the smile on his face and uttered, “I don’t believe in gods.”

At that, he left me alone and walked further into the nameless island.

I gritted my teeth as I watched him go. Maybe the only god in his world is himself. Good. As long as I

have my hand around his heart, it’ll be easy for me to destroy him. But I won’t stop there. That’s not

even a tenth of what he had done to the Fuller family and us. When that day comes, I’ll make him pay

ten times what he has done to us.

The sea breeze caressed my face and disrupted my train of thoughts. However, it lessened mynovelbin

symptoms of motion sickness. When I noticed that Nathaniel was only a few steps away from the car

that had come to pick us up, I rushed over before I had any time to compose myself.

It seemed like Nathaniel was well-respected on the island. As we drove down the road, almost

everyone was bowing and smiling at our car.

The smiles of the villagers were genuine, but the person beside me did not react as if he had seen it

thousands of times.

It felt like I was on a tour with a god. The god—Nathaniel—needed to do nothing but silently enjoy the

love that the villagers gave him. It was as if his presence alone was already a blessing to them.

Right then, my heart raced, and I looked away from the villagers. I did not know whether I should

describe them as foolish or naive.

Soon, we arrived at the largest factory on the island. The workers there must have been pre-informed,

for they were standing in a line outside, waiting to welcome us.

All of them were wearing blue uniforms, and they were all young, energetic people. Like the

generations before them, it seemed like all they needed was an order before they began working until

the sun went down.

“Welcome, Mr. Hall!”

Both of us came down from the car as they greeted us enthusiastically. However, Nathaniel did not stop

to talk to his admirers. Instead, he walked past the crowd emotionless with a managerial-looking young

man and entered the factory. I had to follow him closely so that I would not be pushed to the side by the

workers.

The assembly line in the factory continued its usual routine, seemingly undisturbed by our arrival.

Perhaps it was because the employees there were all well-trained enough to not do anything out of the

place while they were working.

However, I noticed something odd. Regardless of whether it was the group of people outside

welcoming us, the workers at the assembly line, or even the supervisors, they were all young men.

I could not believe that I could not find a single woman in a factory of that size.

Even as I stepped into the elevator, I was ruminating about whether or not I had somehow missed out

on seeing the female employees. Right then, the walkie-talkie in front of me buzzed, and I raised my

head. Then, I saw a flash of white on the screen that had been showing the floor number earlier before

the display turned into a scanning window.

The manager who had led us in then leaned closer. It only took a second for the words—successful

recognition—to appear on the screen.

Just as I was looking around and waiting for the elevator to go up, loud groaning sounds came from

behind me. Then, it was the feeling of falling as the elevator began moving downward.

Almost a minute later, the elevator slowly stopped. When we stepped out, I noticed a fork that branched

out into three tunnels. Each of the paths was in complete darkness, so I could not see where it led to.

Furthermore, we were underground, so it was humid. It only made the darkness of the paths even

creepier.

Right then, Nathaniel turned to look at me. A smile that did not reach his eyes appeared on his face as

he said, “Maybe you’ll change your impression of me after seeing my factory.”

As if, I thought as I frowned at him. “I’ve seen it, but nothing’s changing. I’m sorry to disappoint you.”

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