Just two islands in the Maldives, Ye Chen didn’t take them seriously at all.
If he wanted such islands, he could easily scrape together some pocket change from his bank account and buy a heap of them.
However, the islands gifted by Bernard Arnault had many advantages compared to ones he might buy himself, the greatest being the concealed ownership.
Bernard Arnault himself was an entrepreneur specialising in high-end luxury brands. No matter how many luxury resort islands he owned, it wouldn’t attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.
In this day and age, the two main ways to investigate someone’s assets were through ownership records and financial transactions.
Some people might register companies or properties under others’ names, but the profits, rental income, or proceeds from sales would ultimately flow back to them.
This made it impossible to keep the chain completely clean.
As for these two islands, their ownership remained under Bernard Arnault’s name. After ceasing public operations, they generated no profit and instead required constant financial input. Since the funds came from Bernard Arnault, Ye Chen didn’t have to worry about being traced.
Regarding ownership, Ye Chen had no concerns. From today onward, Bernard Arnault would surely obey his every word. Two islands were hardly worth scheming over.
With everything arranged, Ye Chen said to the group, “Ma Kui, take your men now and finish off the bodies outside. The plan is about to start.”
Ma Kui nodded heavily, not daring to hesitate, and quickly said, “I’ll get it done right away!”
Ye Chen then turned to Bernard Arnault and Tawana, saying, “Mr. Arnault, Miss Sweet, I’ll leave the rest to you to handle as per my earlier instructions. Tonight, I should be sleeping with my wife in the overwater villa, completely unaware of everything happening here.”
Bernard Arnault respectfully replied, “Understood, Mr. Ye. Rest assured, I’ll coordinate with the Maldives authorities to ensure you and your wife are disturbed as little as possible.”
Ye Chen nodded, saying, “You must fully utilise your status as the owner of White Horse Island and take initiative. Once this incident breaks, the whole world will be watching every move on White Horse Island. After the situation escalates, you need to immediately control the narrative. No matter what methods you use, ensure the Maldives authorities don’t investigate too deeply, making it seem like you’re trying to downplay the incident.”
Bernard Arnault nodded, “Rest assured, Mr. Ye, I’ll handle it with discretion.”
Soon, Bernard Arnault instructed the off-duty staff to restore power to the communication equipment.
During this time, netizens worldwide watching Tawana’s bar concert livestream noticed that all related streams had simultaneously stopped. They assumed it was just a communication issue on the Maldives island.
However, they didn’t expect that instead of the audience livestreams resuming, Tawana herself started a broadcast.
After Tawana’s account on the short video platform went live, fans flooded her livestream.
No one could have imagined that during the broadcast, Tawana, in tears, said, “Just now, a group of terrorists landed on White Horse Island. They used knockout drugs to incapacitate everyone in the bar and took all the guests hostage. If it weren’t for Mr. Bernard Arnault, I’d probably be dead!”
In an instant, the global internet and social media erupted like an earthquake.
