Chapter 378 A Million to Hire a PR Team

• Wilbert Windsor chewed on roast chicken and grumbled, “Cyrus, you’ve got way too much time on your hands! Why do you want that deserted island? Planning to grow veggies there? And look, I only handle criminal cases. I don’t have the authority to dispose of those deserted islands.”
• Mr. Cyrus tapped the table. “Quit stuffing your face. I’m treating you to a meal that’s over three thousand, so you better help me take over that island. And I’m thinking of everyone’s safety. The island isn’t secure—people go missing and get killed there. Bottom line, use searching for missing persons as the reason and shut the island down. That’s within your authority.”
• “Fine, fine. Figures this meal wouldn’t come easy.” Wilbert muttered and kept eating.