Derek
*Derek*
The teenage boy offered us a seat in the living room and then walked over to the fridge to get us something to drink. I watched him pouring some wine into two glasses, but deep down I knew I was losing my patience. I came here to know if Isabella is still alive and things are not going as fast as I wanted.
“How old are you?” Daniel asked him.
“Seventeen,” he replied but his eyes seemed to wander back to me. I wonder why he won’t stop staring. There were many reasons why anyone will consider me to be famous, and I wonder which reason he had. That could give me a clue into the truth of who they are.
“Sir I must say that I am really a fan,” he said. He sat on the chair opposite us still with his eyes on me. “You are one of the wealthiest persons on this island and anyone wi
