Gary's pupils constricted slightly the moment he saw Sebastian's photo. It was as if he hadn't seen Sebastian before.

None of them missed that split-second change in his expression.

Daniela's heart pounded in her chest.

"Homer, you're quick-witted, follow him and see what's up with Gary. Be careful."

"I'll handle it, Miss, don't worry."

As he spoke, Homer had already pushed the door open and left.

Daniela turned to Mike and asked, "You said there's something good on this island. What is it?"

She felt like she was getting closer and closer to Sebastian.

Mike relayed the intel he had gathered.

Rumor had it that the bigwig living in seclusion here had a wide range of business ventures, one of which was antique auctions.

The source of his antiques wasn't exactly legitimate, but he had a plentiful supply, with big shipments appearing from time to time, attracting many connoisseurs.

Those who came to this island were either from major auction houses or representatives of large conglomerates, specifically to buy antiques.

They were able to find Gary thanks to a lead from Ivan.

Jones Family also had some business dealings on the island.

Daniela furrowed her brow at this, then relaxed.

No matter how they conducted their antique business, it didn't concern Daniela.

Her only goal was to find Sebastian.

…

Homer returned, having found nothing.

"After Gary left, he went to the kitchen, likely to arrange our meals. Then he went out to buy some groceries. During that time, he only chatted with a few small vendors, nothing out of the ordinary."

But Daniela still remembered the strange look he had when he saw Sebastian's photo.

"Should we grab him and interrogate him?" asked Homer.

Mike rolled his eyes at him, warning, "Don't cause trouble."

Daniela pondered for a moment, then said to Louise, "Let's go for a walk around."

They couldn't find someone if they were cooped up inside.

Daniela and Louise went to the island's busiest market.

This had become their routine.

Looking for someone without a direction meant just this: relying on luck in a crowd.

Daniela was looking very carefully this time.

She had a faint feeling, it was close, she was about to find Sebastian.

…

The market was bustling with activity, full of people coming and going.

This market was very different from other small islands.

On other islands, most of the stalls sold seafood like fish and shrimp from the deep sea, mainly marine products. Occasionally, a few stalls would have some shells or stones, emphasizing uniqueness.

But this island's market was divided into two distinct sections.

The east side was for seafood, while the west side was like an antique street, with all sorts of antiques and curiosities on display.

This was truly peculiar in the vast ocean.

The bigwig living in seclusion on the island, it seemed, had considerable influence.

Louise walked beside Daniela, whispering in her ear, "Miss, we've got a few people following us."

They looked like they'd been watching them since getting off the boat.

"Didn't Gary say that with the bracelet, no one would bother us?" asked Daniela.

Louise didn't respond, using the cover of looking at things to glance back, then said, "We're new faces, they're following us, probably to figure out our identities and intentions for coming to this island."

Daniela nodded, ignoring them, and found a small stall by the street, ordered two iced drinks, sat down, and started watching the crowd.

This was her routine on the first day of arriving on any island.

Louise was used to it, sighed, and sat down beside Daniela.

Not far away, only two people were left watching them.

These two had a malicious look in their eyes.

Louise was on high alert.

It's not clear how long it took, but Daniela suddenly stood up.

Louise was startled, looking up to see Daniela staring straight in a certain direction.

"Louise, I see him!"