Joel Schott sneered, “Why didn’t I see this glib side of you back there?”
“I would’ve used it if I could! But Robert Winters is holding my grandmother hostage,”
Liesel sighed deeply, then changed her tone, “Though I made a point of mentioning it earlier, so he’ll probably send her back.”
She knew Robert cared about appearances;
he wouldn’t risk tarnishing his image with the other wealthy guests.
As she pondered this, Joel began to walk ahead, leaving her behind.
She thought about following him but hesitated, realizing she was stuck here until the island re-opened.
“Wait for me!” she called, quickly catching up.
Being on this island with Robert and Austin, Joel was her lifeline.
In the glass-walled elevator, the tension was palpable.
Joel remained silent, his face darkened.
Liese
