Chapter 751

“Is it open to the public?” Claire asked, eager to see it.

The concierge shook his head. “It’s a private island.”

“That’s a shame.”

“If you like it that much,” Noreen comforted her, “I’ll have someone look into it and see if it’s for sale.”

Claire was speechless.

She just wanted to see it, not own it!

But then again, having a badass CEO for a best friend was pretty amazing.

While Claire was busy collecting shells, Noreen glanced around and noticed that from their current angle, she had a perfect view of the bridge connecting the two parts of the island.

She found a good angle, snapped a couple of pictures, and, feeling pleased, posted one on Twitter.

After they’d had their fun, they returned to the hotel.

Wilbur was back from deep-sea fishing with a large catch, and he’d had the chef prepare a magnificent seafood feast.

Claire patted her stomach. “I’ve had a great time, but losing this weight later is going to be painful.”

Wilbur looked confused. “You’re not fat. What’s there to lose?”

“I’m a model,” Claire reminded him. “Do you have any idea how ruthless the modeling world is?”

“How ruthless? Tell me about it.” That was Wilbur for you; he never let a conversation drop.

With him around, Claire had no time to get emo, which was a relief for Noreen.

Just then, Katy messaged Noreen, asking if she could come to her competition the day after tomorrow.

Noreen agreed.

She’d been so busy with Claire lately that she hadn’t been able to spend much time with Katy and felt a little guilty.

But if the competition was the day after tomorrow, that meant she had to leave today.

Noreen explained the situation to the others.

“Then you should go!” Claire said. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll stay a bit longer, and when I’m done, I’ll come find you.”

Wilbur also told her not to worry, saying he could use the opportunity to inspect the resort’s operations and look after Claire.

“Alright, I’ll head back first then.” Noreen didn’t delay. She packed her things and boarded a yacht headed for the nearest airport.

An hour earlier.

Jude Wilder was keeping a close eye on Seth Harcourt, who was sitting on the rocks, while messaging Jordan.

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“He’s just sitting on the rocks right now. I’m worried he might jump into the sea, so I’ve been watching constantly. No joke, I’ve been wearing a life vest 2477.”

Jordan replied, “You need to keep a close watch on him. His condition has been very unstable lately.”

“That’s why I dragged him to Nightingale Isle for a vacation. I thought a change of scenery might help.”

“But… it didn’t do a damn thing…”

Jude had been on edge for a while now.

Seriously, he was sleeping with one eye open.

He had no idea what had hit Seth recently, but he’d fallen into such a deep despair that he’d spent a solid week drinking.

He wasn’t exaggerating. Seth had practically moved into the wine cellar.

The moment he was even slightly sober, he’d start drinking again to numb himself until he was completely wasted.

No one could stop him.

He’d pretty much gone through all the fine wines Jude had collected in his cellar.

If he hadn’t passed out from an allergic reaction to the alcohol, giving Jude a chance to get him to the hospital he’d probably still be rotting in that cellar.

The doctors had to give him an adrenaline shot to bring him around.

Jude had told the doctor about Seth’s alcohol allergy. He hadn’t been allergic as a child; the

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He’d undergone desensitization therapy a few years ago, and his condition had

improved, but this time it had flared up again.

Jordan said it was a sign that his psychological disorder was worsening.

It was a bad sign. He needed someone with him 24 hours a day.

Jude felt a pang of sadness as Jordan explained.