Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 153

"Who do think sent the limo to pick us up?"

Mira asked the question, but directing it to no one in precise. It was a question which could be attended to by any of the girls.

"Obviously it's the board members of BMX group, our group."

Tendzel tried to explain.

"Does that even make any sense to you? I mean, If it's the board members... I'm sure you know what that means."

"It means that they know that we already arrived."

Laurette took on Jada's explanation, making Tendzel see the brighter picture.

"And if they know that we have returned, then the question is... who told them? How did they find out?"

Claire raised her own questions.

"To think further of it, it also means that... if they really knew about our return, then they must have had idea where we were since all this while. That's the only thing to think."

"You mean they know about the island?"

Evelyn was quite interested as well as anxious.

"Don't you think we are thinking too much? How could they even know about the island and not do anything about coming to save us?! That's total bullshit."

Mira was quite against the thoughts.

"But then what can we say... we can't be sure what is happening until someone is generous enough to give answers to our questions."

"I know who can be helpful..."

Lisa came on and all attention went to her; there were two long chairs in the limo, which were positioned opposite each other. An unequal half of the girls sat here and there.

"The driver of the limo. He might have an idea."

One of them stood up and took few steady steps. She pushed the blind shielding the driver from them. The driver looked through the mirror.

"Do you need something miss?"

The fellow asked in a husky voice.

"Not really. We'll just love to ask you a question."

Allison started, then looked back at Lisa who raised her voice.

"Who sent the limo to come pick us?"

The driver went silent for a while, unable to utter a word.

"We are asking you a question."

Allison stressed, an edge to her voice. The driver cleared his throat,

"I'm sorry but I can't tell you about it. It's a top class secret."

"Huh? What's he talking about?"

"What is a top class secret? What do you mean?"

"Do you mean that we don't get to know where you are taking us to? What if you are kidnapping us?"

"I'm sure that you know who we are... you don't want to mess with us."

"The public will come for you and your ---"

"Listen."

The driver cut them short. The poor man probably was having a hard time keeping up with the noise and bickers.

Of course he knew their concerns, and wouldn't blame them for being so careful about what they do and to where they were headed. Yet, he wasn't sure how to handle them.

He'd figured out that they wouldn't take a no for an answer. He would have to make some exception, yet trying not to reveal the top secret.

"See, I can't tell you who sent me to pick you up... if it only had to do with losing my job, I wouldn't mind... but it's more than that. I won't lose both legs and eyes because I want to please y'all."

When he took a pause, the girls started to return to their seats, calming their nerves. After all, the voice of the driver was loud enough to reach them wherever they were.

Also, they'd discovered that they couldn't get the answer they wanted by yelling.

"But we can't keep quiet. We deserve to know where we are going to."

Claire was the only one left arguing.

"You have no idea where we are coming from or what we've been through. We don't want a second season of it. So, you have to speak right now or I'll make sure we all crash."

For the first time, the driver took a risk to glance at Claire, looking away from the road. There was a burning certainty in her face, a silhouette of gloom lurking in the corners of her eyes.

He looked away from her.

"Though I can't tell you who sent me. But I'll try to make an exception."

The girls were really nervous and anxious to hear what he had to say.

"I'm surprised that you don't know already, but there is no point acting out or holding it back."

"Speak if you want to!!!"

One of the girls snapped at him. They didn't seem to be doing well with the suspense which he was building. They didn't and couldn't find any reason for him to keep it up.

"BMX group has been sold to someone else. So, the limo has been sent or was sent by the new owner of the group."

"Huh?"

"What!"

"Sold?"

"Who bought it?"

"Who could buy it?"

"It's not possible."

"Did my dad already lose hope on us too...?"

The driver wasn't sure who to listen to. He wanted to continue, but he would have to wait for them to calm down. He had to wait for the girls to get their acts together and give him a sort of audience, else his words would mean nothing. And he would have to say the words all over again. He didn't think he could do that.

When he was certain that he had been able to get a reasonable amount of peace and quiet,

"He's a young man, very young man. And... it baffles me that you don't know him. I thought he would had introduced himself to you."