As soon as the man finished speaking, someone immediately sprang into action.
With a "beep".
A man in black grabbed Seraphina Redgrave's hand and scanned the barcode on her wrist.
Everyone sent to the forbidden zone has their identity information tattooed on their wrists.
To successfully send her into the forbidden zone, the Redgrave Family arranged for her identity to be that of a schizophrenic.
The person carefully looked at the information displayed on the phone and confirmed: "Young Master Sterling, she is mentally ill."
The man nodded: "And what else?"
"Her name is Seraphina Redgrave, exiled to the island three years ago, this year 21 years old, diagnosed as a schizophrenic with self-harming tendencies."
"Three years."
The man cast his gaze towards Seraphina, "A woman like this, who would only stain human genes just remains in this world until she was 18 before being sent here."
"..."
What does it mean to stain human genes? Mental illness can be both congenital and acquired! It's truly nonsensical!
Even though Seraphina shrank into a ball pretending to be sick, she still rolled her eyes internally in resignation.
The man took a step forward with his long legs, then bent down smoothly.
The next second, the man's distinctly jointed hand suddenly clamped onto her jaw.
The pain made her shudder, forcing her to lift her head, meeting those eyes as cold as a deep pool.
In front of her was a face that looked to be only twenty-three or twenty-four, with short, jet-black hair framing stunningly handsome features.
His skin was as white as snow, with sword-like brows reaching his temples, and slightly upturned phoenix eyes that made him appear extremely sharp and beautiful yet aggressive.
And at this moment, this man tightened his lips, which appeared particularly cold-hearted, looking down at Seraphina condescendingly.
He didn't say anything, but his pitch-black pupils reflected Seraphina's expressionless face.
This psychological game lasted a full three minutes.
Seraphina kept looking at the other party blankly.
The life in the forbidden zone had long taught her to hide herself, even if she had emotions, she'd only silently comment in her heart, never showing any hint outwardly.
The man just kept staring at the girl before him, looking at her clear eyes, pale face, and the scar on her face whose origin was unknown.
A flicker of playfulness passed through his eyes.
It had been a long time since anyone dared to meet his gaze like this.
And this woman, though she seemed pure and harmless, didn't panic after being grasped for so long and didn't display any signs of a meltdown.
Most importantly, this face... was identical to hers.
"It's her."
As everyone held their breath, the man suddenly pinched Seraphina's face and stood up.
The bodyguard beside him quickly offered a hand wipe: "Young Master Sterling, you've just landed, aren't you going to choose more?"
"No more choosing."
The man casually took the wet wipe, wiped his hands, then tossed it back to the bodyguard and turned to leave.
Before Seraphina could react, she was pulled to her feet by someone.
She complied without a sound, knowing it was unrealistic to resist with so many guns pointed at her.
After walking for a while, the man in black holding her right side suddenly asked: "Assistant Ayers, did Young Master Sterling come to the forbidden zone just to take back a mentally ill person?"
Seraphina perked up her ears as well.
Assistant Ayers turned to give them a sidelong glance: "Are you tired of living, daring to question Young Master Sterling's affairs?"
Just such a mild remark immediately made the bodyguard shut his mouth.
Through their reaction, Seraphina deduced a fact that made her heart race.
This Young Master Sterling was a powerful figure, feared by everyone, and now this big shot had chosen her.
He chose, not killed her.
She could leave here!
Meanwhile, on a rooftop in the central area of Veridian Isle, several seemingly normal people watched Seraphina's retreating back.
"Hey, with Sister Seraphina's skills, wouldn't she be better off dismantling their guns and killing a few before escaping? Why follow them obediently?"
A dark-skinned little boy leaned on the railing, puzzled, watching the helicopter that had already taken off.
He wore oversized prison clothes and nudged the person beside him with his elbow.
The person smiled.
"First off, she's always wanted to leave here, this is a golden opportunity, she has no reason to refuse."
"And what else?"
"And... she's smart, she could tell at a glance that the man taking her is not to be trifled with."
The person swung their leg, squinting at the beach that had returned to calm.
"His name is Ethan Sterling. If you're lucky enough to leave here one day, remember not to provoke this person."
"Oh..." The little boy nodded, half understanding, and then frowned, asking, "But Sister Seraphina is all alone. How will she survive once she's out?"
The person chuckled quietly at the question.
Seraphina Redgrave had managed to dominate even after spending only three years in the hellish forbidden zone. With such abilities, where couldn't she survive?
The ones who should truly fear her, are probably those who threw her into the forbidden zone back then.