Mr. Raven's little beloved wife is a big shot.

Wind Island on the border of Country A is an isolated island and also a slum.The elderly who have no ability to take care of themselves and are helpless, the severely disabled, and the mentally ill will all be thrown onto this island to fend for themselves.There is no network, no electricity, and no supply of any daily necessities.There is no law and no control.This place is a living hell on earth.The gloomy sky casts a dark shroud over this island.Under the old tree that was on the verge of withering to death, a young girl huddled up on the ground. Her pale clothes draped over her frail body. Beneath her long hair, her small face was terrifyingly pale, with specks of bloodstains on it.Leila bit her nails and looked ahead with calm and indifferent eyes that were strikingly black and white.Some people couldn't stand it anymore and silently sharpened the stones to slit their wrists.Scenes like this had been all too common ever since she was thrown here three years ago.She is the adopted daughter of the Rockefeller family.Three years ago, she learned that the Rockefeller family had adopted her only because they believed the words of a fortune-teller. The legitimate daughter of the Rockefeller family, Zoe, was said right after her birth to have an ill-fated destiny. She had been plagued by illnesses and disasters during her childhood, and it was predicted that she would encounter a major calamity at the age of eighteen, and then die a violent death in a foreign land.Only by finding someone with the same birth date and hour to bear the unfairness of the destined misfortune on her behalf could Zoe escape this calamity.She, Leila, was the very person who was made to bear that suffering instead.When she was a child, the Rockefeller family would give her all kinds of medicine, making her constantly ill. At the age of 18, she was even forced by the Rockefeller family to get engaged to an old man.She resisted desperately, stabbed the nearly sixty-year-old man with a fruit knife, and then tried to escape but failed.Right after that, she was sent to Wind Island by the Rockefeller family.In the blink of an eye, three years had passed. Leila didn't know when she would, as the Rockefeller family hoped, die a violent death in a foreign land."Tap-tap-tap-tap."Suddenly, the sound of a helicopter came from the sky.Leila raised her head and saw dozens of helicopters hovering above the island. The sound of the spinning propellers was so loud that it almost pierced one's eardrums, and the momentum was extremely imposing.What's going on?The helicopters landed by the seaside. A group of people with mental problems rushed up in a curious frenzy, surrounding the aircraft and attempting to climb onto them, just like zombies besieging a city.“Bang.” “Bang.” “Bang.”After several deafening gunshots, the birds and beasts in the forest scattered in all directions. People fell one after another, with huge blood holes on their foreheads.Someone let out a loud scream.Looking from a distance, they were a group of men dressed in suits and leather shoes, each holding a gun in their hands.Leila slowly curled up her body, pressing her cherry-like lips tightly together. Was the country finally going to decide to wipe out all of them? Was she going to die?Then what was the meaning of her living in this world? Was it really just to ward off the calamities for Zoe?She was not convinced. She truly wasn't.She wanted to survive, and she wanted to take revenge!"Mr. Raven, this area is far from the shacks in the center of the slum. Most of the people here are mentally ill patients. They were driven to the seaside by those who are more 'normal', and the annual mortality rate is as high as 50 percent."Two columns of men armed with guns were the first to step into a withered and yellowed forest.Lila sat stiffly under the tree, with the muzzle of a rifle pointing in her direction.It seemed as if she would be the next one to lose her life.She kept her eyes lowered and saw a pair of shiny pointed leather shoes stepping on the fallen leaves, making a crisp sound as they passed right in front of her.Suddenly, the sound of the fallen leaves being stepped on stopped abruptly, and those leather shoes changed direction and moved towards her.The owner of the leather shoes was facing her directly.A gaze fell upon her.Instantly, Lila felt an overwhelming sense of oppression and constriction bearing down on her, making it hard for her to catch her breath."Is she a mentally ill person?"The man's deep, cold and indifferent voice carried an inborn nobility. He seemed high above her, and the voice had a penetrating power like that of a bullet, shooting straight from the top of her head and spreading all over her body.As soon as the words fell, Leila's hand was grabbed, revealing the electronic locking ring on her slender wrist.It contains the identity information of everyone when they were sent to the island.In order to meet the admission conditions of the slum, Leila was arranged by the Rockefeller family to be a homeless person with mental illness who has no ability to take care of herself.Someone scanned it with a mobile phone and reported, "Mr. Raven, it shows she is a person with mental illness.""Specific information.""She was sent here three years ago. She's 21 years old this year. There's no specific identity verification information. She should be a homeless woman and has been diagnosed with schizophrenia.""Twenty-one years old."The man repeated the number in a gloomy and disdainful tone. "A woman like this, who should have been in the slum since birth, was actually not discovered and sent here until she was 18 years old."What does it mean that she should have stayed in the slum since birth? What kind of nonsense is that?Leila kept her head down and continued to pretend that there was something wrong with her mind.Those leather shoes stepped towards her one by one. The lines of the straight trousers began to bend and distort. The man squatted down in front of her, and the hem of his dark ink-colored overcoat swept across the yellow leaves on the ground.The next second, her chin was roughly pinched and lifted up.Leila was jolted by the pain. She raised her eyes and met a pair of gloomy and stern eyes, and her breath suddenly caught in her throat.The man in front of her was only around twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Beneath his sharp short hair was a Western face that could cause chaos in a nation. His skin was as white as snow, and his features were as sharply defined as if they were carved. Under his raised eyebrows was a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes. He had single eyelids in the eye socket area, and the outer corners of his eyes turned upwards. There was a deep groove that was extremely alluring and strange.His pursed lips were extremely thin. Just looking at his lips alone gave off an air of cold-bloodedness for no apparent reason.He stared at her with a scrutinizing gaze, looking haughty and disdainful.Leila saw her expressionless self in his eyes. Having stayed on the island for too long, she had already become someone with a poker face. All her emotions only raged within her body and were never shown on her face.They stared at each other for as long as two minutes.Not bad. There really aren't many people in the entire Country A who dare to look him in the eye for such a long time without showing any signs of fear.The girl in front of him had an extremely innocent face. There were scratches on her face, probably caused by tree branches or something. The deep wound added a touch of pure and bloodthirsty beauty to her, making people's hearts flutter.Even though he was pinching her like this, she neither made a fuss nor had an attack of her illness. A glint of interest flashed across the depths of Raven's eyes.Interesting.The people with guns around stood there quietly. Whenever a patient rushed up, they would shoot them down without the slightest bit of mercy.Suddenly, Raven patted her face, stood up, and said, "It's her then."Someone standing nearby, upon hearing this, respectfully handed over a clean towel and said, "Mr. Raven, don't you want to make a further selection? There are many mentally ill people in the slums.""No need."Raven took the towel and leisurely wiped his pair of slender hands, with an elegance as if he were cleaning a work of art.After that, he casually threw the towel onto the ground and turned around to leave.Everyone immediately followed suit.Leila was also pulled up from the ground and was supported by two people, one on each side, as they made her walk forward.She didn't make any noise or struggle. Under the barrels of so many guns, any resistance would be futile.She heard the person on the right ask curiously, "Assistant Henry, why do we have to pick a mentally ill person from the slums and take them back?"The young man called Assistant Henry was walking in front. Hearing this, he laughed and said, "Do you want to risk your life by asking about Mr. Raven like that?"It was just a casually uttered sentence.The person who asked the question immediately fell silent and didn't dare to say another word, as if the words "Mr. Raven" were a death curse.Mr. RavenWho on earth is this important figure?Pick her and take her back?So, they're not going to kill her. Can she leave this island alive?Everyone walked forward quietly, and no one noticed that the eyes of the girl who was being taken away lit up with the light of rebirth.