Returning to Conch Isle, Faye Yardley was accompanied only by Franklin Yardley and Wyatt Thorne.
"Thorne, what do you think the island is still missing? Today is the twenty-fourth, and the residential complex across the way will be completed before 7:00 AM on the twenty-eighth. Another batch of people will arrive by then—at least more than ten times your current population. I'll need you to handle the personnel arrangements when the time comes," Faye said.
Wyatt smiled. "There's no need to be so polite, Island Master. That residential area isn't small; it can definitely accommodate five hundred households. We can easily take in even more people at once. Besides, we actually need more manpower for the island's development."
Faye hummed in agreement. "Actually, my place isn't the only option now."
