Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 157 - 157: Alexander Younder, I presume.

They both bent their head to pick up the broken piece of plate, accidentally bumping their heads together.

"Bang!"

"ow! What's wrong with you…" Louis shouted out from pain, he held his forehead and tears pooled in his eyes.

"Um… sorry." Mira felt embarrassed, she was only trying to help.

Louis bent to pick up the broken piece, and from his side view, he saw her bending, too. He stretched his hands in a gesture for her to stop, and he quickly picked everything up and walked away without glancing at her.

Mira rubbed her forehead, feeling she was disliked and ignored. She smiled helplessly at her clumsy actions and went back to her office.

In the evening, a middle-aged man got down from the boat with a young, delicate man.

He frowned at his hologram screen. "Dad, why are we stuck on this makeshift island? No malls, no movies!'' The young man complained.

He didn't know why his father had to accept a job on an island, his plans almost successful.

This move ruined his carefully laid plans to marry into an aristocratic family.

He was angry at his father for taking him along, he could have just left him in winter city.

Alexander ignored his son's complaint; he purposely took Michael to this island, and he pretended not to know what Michael was planning.

He doesn't want to see his son in the disgusting pit of an aristocratic family, where they eat people up with no bones left.

At least on this island, he'd be safe from trouble, though the young man didn't appreciate the effort and muttered angrily under his breath.

He dragged his bags onto the island and tried contacting his employer, but there was no response. As they moved ahead, a bustling town came into view.

Alexander asked around politely and was shown a guest room; it was dark when they settled to sleep, and Alexander got a message from his employer that someone was going to get him.

Alexander stopped Michael, who was about to pull off his clothes and rest. Michael snorted with displeasure and packed his clothes back.

An hour later, a car pulled up outside the guest house. Alexander received a message from the butler, grabbed his luggage, and gestured for Michael to follow, whose face was set in a permanent frown.

The driver nodded In greeting and then entered the car, and the car took off. They drove through a forest, the chirping insects and hooting owls creating a lull that made them drowsy.

After a three-hour drive, they opened their eyes when they felt the car stop; Michael rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw a big mansion in front of him.

His mind raced with calculations. If the island owner had a daughter, he was sure his charm would work. After all, he nearly convinced a young heiress in Winter City to marry him as her third husband.

He masked his scheming gaze and followed his father inside. His eyes lingered on the lavish décor, each detail fueling his ambitions.

Michael frowned internally when he saw the butler, Kyle—a handsome young man. He had expected an older woman.

He smiled innocently in greetings and sat on the chair waiting for his father's employer.

After ten minutes, the elevator dinged, revealing a white-haired man followed by the most stunning person Michael had ever seen.

He stared at Cyra and blushed shyly; his heart skipped a beat; this was a high-quality woman, both in aura and beauty.

"Alexander Younder, I presume." Cyra's sultry voice filled the air; she held Zane's hand and sat, looking straight at the elderly man, ignoring the young man beside him.

Alexander nodded respectfully and introduced his son, not disregarding Cyra for her age.

Cyra

"I'm, your employer; here's my husband, Zane, the one you'll be teaching." At Cyra's words, Zane's eyes widened as he realized something; if not for the people around, he could have hugged and kissed her for giving him such a good surprise.

His grip tightened on Cyra's hands, and his eyes lit up in joy, and looked at his teacher and eagerly wanted to start the lesson immediately.

"Kyle, send them to the staff building." Cyra, from start to finish, ignored Michael's presence.

Michael stayed silent, jealousy flaring as he watched Zane's joy. How had he managed to marry such a high-quality woman? From her words, it was clear she held all the authority and owned the Island.

He was pleasantly surprised; such a young woman could own the island, and he thought it was an elderly woman.

He followed Kyle but glanced back, catching Zane happily embracing Cyra. Michael's smile faltered for a moment before he quickly comp

osed himself and turned to Kyle, who continued leading the way.