Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism

Chapter 144 The Dawn

If Niall had not shared that information, Violeta would have remained clueless about the intriguing backstory of the island Hattie had been flaunting. The island held considerable value, and at a 60% discount, it was a real bargain.

That explained why Hannah snapped it up-she was seizing a good deal.

However, getting something cheap does not always mean getting something of quality.

Violeta mentioned with a blink, "Actually, one of my classmates is on that island."

"You mean Hattie, right?" Zoren interjected.

Violeta nodded. "Yes, before summer break started, Hattie bragged in class about her mom buying an island where they planned to spend their vacation. She's probably there now.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

"I wonder if her mom did any research before purchasing it."

Zoren squinted slightly. "That's their issue to deal with."

Jasper interrupted the conversation, "Let's drop this topic. The yacht is arriving this afternoon, and we're going to enjoy ourselves on it."

"To a great day out!"

Everyone lifted their glasses in a unified toast.

The Dawn anchored near the island, and its grandeur truly justified its status as one of the largest yachts in the world.

Everyone boarded and explored the yacht, which boasted five levels, dual helipads, a swimming pool, and a speedboat that could be deployed from the lower deck.

The yacht's sheer size and facilities made the tour quite lengthy.

After exploring, the group relaxed on the sun loungers on the deck, basking in the sun's warmth.

Meanwhile, on a nearby island, Hattie spotted the enormous yacht approaching. The Dawn was so large that it was clearly visible without the need for binoculars.

"What's with that massive yacht over there? Is it a yacht or a cruise ship?" Hattie exclaimed, sitting up from her sun lounger and pointing towards the Dawn in amazement.

A servant nearby respectfully informed her, "Miss, that's the Dawn, Mr. White's private yacht from the neighbouring island."

Hattie, puzzled, asked, "Mr. White? Which Mr. White?"

She did not know who resided on the adjacent island, only that it was inhabited by famously wealthy individuals.

After a moment of contemplation, the servant clarified, "It's Mr. Niall White. He's known for his work in the oil sector."

At the mention of the name, Hattie suddenly remembered.

Isn't he the cousin of Zoren White from school?

She was surprised to realise that the neighbour she had been curious about was actually Niall!

Hattie was struck by the sheer luxury of such a massive yacht parked nearby.

Hattie thought about Zelena's posts on social media, flaunting a bracelet worth hundreds of thousands, and then she considered the luxurious yacht in front of her.

How could a mere hundred-thousand-dollar bracelet compare to a yacht worth tens of millions or hundreds of millions?

If only she could get on that yacht and snap a few pictures, it would definitely overshadow Zelena's bragging.

With that thought, she quickly

whipped out her phone, zoomed in, and snapped several shots of the yacht gleaming in the sunlight. Then, turning to the servant, she asked, "Did my mom ever meet Nialbor have any dealings with him?"

The servant shook her head. "No, Mr. White hardly ever comes here."

Hattie had hoped her mother's acquaintance with Niall could be a pretext to visit the neighbouring island on a speedboat and casually suggest touring the yacht.

Unfortunately, it turned out her mother had never interacted with Niall, complicating her plans.

While Hattie was figuring out what to do next, her brother Benson came up behind her.

"Hattie, I've bought the plane tickets. We're heading to Quinston in five days."

"Benson, you're just in time. Look at that yacht over there. Have you ever seen one so big?"

Benson scanned the area and instantly noticed the yacht. He remarked, "When did that get here? It's so big; definitely the first time I've seen one like that."

Hattie added, "It just arrived! It's docked right next to our island. And guess what? Do you know who owns the island next to us?"

"Who does it belong to?" asked Benson curiously.

Zelena said, "It's Niall White! The one I read about in a financial magazine, the youngest oil tycoon to inherit his grandfather's oil fields!" Benson stayed silent.

Hattie was clearly captivated by Niall.

Her goal in coming from Harbor City to the countryside was to find a wealthy suitor who could match her own status.

Most of the rich men she knew were either too old or not quite appealing.

However, Niall stood out; he was remarkably good-looking.

"Niall, the only heir to the chairman of the White Group, chose to manage his.grandfather's oil fields after college instead of joining the family conglomerate directly. Do you think the White Group will end up in the hands of someone outside the family?" Benson mused.

Hattie shook her head. "I doubt it. Managing the oil fields now is probably just a stepping stone for him. The White Group is a huge

empire built over generations

wouldn't make sense to hand it over

to an outsider. No, the future of the White Group will definitely be in Niall's hands."