Isabella Lindsey coldly pushed him away, "Back off."
"Fine, you won't let me touch him."
Louisa Foster read the room; she no longer wished to fight over jealousy. Although Julion Johnsons was such an outstanding prodigy, he seemed to have already...
After observing for two seconds, Louisa Foster confidently stated, "He's dead."
"Julion!"
From not far away, a young man suddenly ran over, pushing through the ladies who were spectating from the front, and fiercely, with a stumble, he tumbled next to Isabella Lindsey.
His name was Waldor Jones.
No one knew when he arrived at this island, nor how much effort he had spent to be here at this moment, looking so disheveled and with unstable footsteps...
All because he was worried about this prodigy lying before his eyes, which is why he took the risk to come.
"Julion... Julion..."
Waldor Jones patted Julion Johnsons's handsome yet ice-cold face anxiously, "Julion, wake up, please, Julion... Julion..."
