Chapter 89
Lucy White led the two men out of the cave to search for medicinal herbs.
"Did you find their hideout? Is the production crew alright?" Michael Johnson asked as they walked.
Lucy briefly explained the situation. "We'll move tonight."
"That's troublesome." Michael frowned.
"Be careful tonight. If there's a chance, help the others." Lucy knew his skills well.
Michael flashed a grin. "Whatever you say."
Lucy: "..."
She wasn’t used to this suddenly well-behaved version of Michael.
Ethan Smith glanced at Michael—this top-tier celebrity was growing bolder by the day.
"You were the one who made Lily Green fall from the tree, weren’t you?" Ethan asked abruptly.
Michael shot him a glare. He had been waiting for Lucy to praise him.
Seeing Lucy’s questioning look, he reluctantly admitted, "I hit her hand with a pebble."
"Didn’t expect her to lunge at Daniel and send him tumbling down the slope."
Lucy mused that the protagonist’s plot armor was indeed strong—everyone else suffered instead.
"Keep an eye on Daniel tonight," she said, noticing Michael’s guilt.
Michael nodded. "That’s what I was thinking."
They soon found the herbs, and Lucy’s sharp eyes caught sight of a wild chicken nearby.
"You two, go catch it," she directed, pointing.
The two men moved toward the target in perfect sync.
The moment they were out of Lucy’s sight, Michael lowered his voice. "Stay away from Lucy."
"Says who?" Ethan raised an eyebrow.
"Her boyfriend." Michael lifted his chin.
Ethan smirked. "Ex-boyfriend, you mean."
"How do you know that?" Michael stiffened.
"None of your business," Ethan replied coolly.
Michael narrowed his eyes. "What’s your angle with Lucy?"
"Not yours to ask."
"I’m going to win her back," Michael declared like a vow.
Ethan chuckled. "You’ll never have another chance."
Before Michael could retort, Ethan strode ahead.
"..." Michael gritted his teeth in frustration.
Ethan swiftly knocked out the chicken with a well-aimed pebble and carried it back triumphantly.
Michael, lagging behind, cursed under his breath—once again, this guy had stolen the spotlight.
"Ethan caught it?" Lucy saw right through them.
Ethan smiled. "Mhm. You’re sharp."
"He was just faster," Michael muttered defensively.
Lucy laughed. "Meaning Ethan’s better."
"Yeah, yeah, he’s so impressive," Michael huffed, stomping ahead.
Watching his sulking retreat, Lucy thought this was more like the Michael she knew.
He didn’t get far before regret kicked in.
Stopping, he turned with a pitiful look. "Hurry up, you two!"
Lucy sighed. "Coming."
Back at the cave, Lucy assigned them tasks—one to tend the fire for medicine, the other for stewing the chicken.
As the others returned, they winced at Daniel’s pained state.
"Feeling any better, Daniel?" Robert Lee asked with concern.
"Waiting for Lucy’s remedy," Daniel said weakly.
"Need help?" Robert glanced at Lucy.
"No, it’s almost done." She focused on brewing the medicine.
Olivia Davis reassured, "Lucy’s potions work wonders. Mine stopped the pain right away last time."
Daniel nodded. "I trust her."
When they heard Lucy had even asked Ethan to hunt a chicken to nourish Daniel, everyone praised her thoughtfulness.
Lily, standing at the cave entrance, looked livid.
She hadn’t meant to hurt anyone, yet they all blamed her. Meanwhile, Lucy merely boiled some herbs and was suddenly a saint.
Worst of all, both Ethan and Michael orbited around Lucy like satellites.
Noticing Lily’s hostility, Lucy flashed her a taunting smile in a camera blind spot.
Lily trembled with rage before storming out.
Thinking of the men on the island, a vicious glint flashed in her eyes.
"You brought this on yourself, Lucy," she hissed.
Making sure no one was around, she pulled a wooden whistle from her pocket.
Unbeknownst to her, Hank Cooper watched everything from the nearby bushes.