Treasure Island Public Works Novels & Stories

BEACH The company is busy as usual. Isobelle is now discussing matters about the ongoing project with Maverick. It’s a beach resort and Maverick was the one who designed it. She needed to check the site as the engineer. “Should I drive you, Sob?” Maverick asked her after they settled the matter.

After thinking about it, Marlee figured he would not have any big forces behind him to support him. Otherwise, he would not be doing this job. After Marlee thought this through, she decided to let him follow them. She did not believe that this guy would dare to keep following her once they got to Treasure Trove. Treasure Trove was one of the top trading companies in the Central Sacred Continent, so its business was spread throughout Star Kingdom. Hence, it had countless assets and countless powerful people, and they would not let a rat like Willie act recklessly. They would not work with such a person so as to not tarnish the company’s reputation.

he responded The mention of over ten trillion dollars made us all gasped in unison. That was a crazy amount of money in just a place that seemed worthless. The island was small in size but a very big mountain was at the center. “Who would have thought such a treasure is lying here” Amanda blurt out “We are not concerned with the treasure, we just have to do our jobs. Please unpack your bags and assign yourselves to sort other things out. Everything needed for our comfort has been provided” he added and we all dispatched to the safe house.

"So we have time. Not unlimited time, but time. Tyler — what do you have?" "Working," Tyler said. His voice had the focused quality she recognized as him operating at the edge of his capability and meeting it. "One of the three board members — Hartley — has a stepson who registered a property trust in 2021. A residence on Garnet Island, twelve miles off the Connecticut coast. Private ferry access only. No public listing."

Tazz instructed, Mahira took the seat next to Anuj who was beaming on seeing her, that was the only seat available, she smiled back at him, she looked at Sonia and smiled but got a cold look in return, ignoring which she gazed back at Tazz. “So Anuj, tell us now what you were discussing with me, this will be our core team to work on this project,” Tazz spoke in a professional tone Mahira was surprised to hear what he said, ‘when did she join this team as a core member?’ “Bro, This island that I’m talking about is in close radius to Singapore and is easily accessible by ferry which takes a few hours, it has a rich bio diversity and we can further develop it into an entertainment hub, have cas

I walk back into my office to see Trinity writing some notes down on a piece of paper. “To find Isla.” To Trinity, I ask, “What’s that?” “This is information about a boat seen pulling into a smaller dock a few hours ago that just left in the middle of the night. Maybe she’s on it?” I look at the information. The boat is called The Treasure Seeker. “Yeah, that could be it all right. Come on. Let’s go,” I tell her. Trinity’s eyes bulge. “Wait—go where?” “To the port. To Maatua if we have to. I’ll get a navy vessel to take us out to the island. It will be faster than any other boat at sea. We’ll catch up to this boat and see if she’s on it.”

God willing. THE END Thank you all for reading my book Lost Treasure till the end. I think what to learn from this story is that, love, respect, appreciate and celebrate your loved ones when they are still alive. Never take anyone who truly loves you for granted. Be conscious of these facts, life is short and remember in anything you do, make sure you are at peace with God. Thank you all, God bless you for reading. I will wait to see your reviews and feedback. I love you all

"We can't repair it. Not in forty-eight hours. Not in forty-eight months." "So?" "So we don't repair it. We abandon it." He leans back against the seat, studying me. "Abandon Hunt Capital headquarters." "Yes." "And relocate where?" I tap the deed. "Morrison Estate. Fifty acres. Off-grid. No municipal oversight." "That's a wilderness island, Isla. There's no infrastructure." "There's land," I counter. "Fresh water. Tidal power. And the remains of a server farm built into the bedrock." Gabriel’s expression shifts, the calculation visible in his eyes. "You want to rebuild Hunt Capital on the island."