Becoming A Tech Tycoon Begins With Regression novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Michael

Ethan stood a small distance away from Irina as they looked at the ocean, as they had been for the past twenty minutes.

She was going to call in a favor but Ethan was wondering how, there was no phone on her, or any communication device.

She just approached the waves and stood there, as if they were waiting for someone or something. Ethan resisted the urge to ask if she really had a way to get them off this island.

But just to be sure, he whispered to Athena, "is there any other way off here?"

{There’re no conventional routes,} Athena replied instantly in his earpiece. {No docks, no functional boats, no aerial pads. The only entire island is...} She paused briefly.

{It seems something is approaching your location, from the skies} she informed after a short while.

"What is it?" He asked.

{It seems like a—} before Athena could complete her words, the sound of rotors spinning from afar reached him.

Ethan raised his head to the cloudless sky in the direction of the sound and he almost immediately spotted a light.

At first, it looked like a star but it started growing larger by the second. Rather than growing larger, it seemed the thing was getting closer.

Soon enough, Ethan was able to discern what it was by it’s lights and the sound that had gotten louder.

{A helicopter.}

It stopped just a few meters away from them before it slowly started descending. The downdraft blew away the beach sand, causing it to spray into the air and forcing Ethan to squint, meanwhile, Irina stepped forward as if she owned the damn thing.

The helicopter hovered just a bit above the sand and the side doors opened, allowing a man in what seemed like a white suit to jump out.

He was pretty tall, Ethan observed and although the shadows from the helicopter’s light behind him covered his face, Ethan was sure he was frowning right now.

The man straightened his jacket after landing, brushing off a few stray grains of sand with an almost exaggerated annoyance. His voice carried easily over the thumping rotors as he approached.

"Irina," he called out, his tone a mix of disbelief and irritation, "do you have any idea what you’ve pulled me out of this time?"

Irina smiled faintly, completely unfazed by the accusatory glare she was receiving. "Nice to see you too, Michael."

Michael stopped a few steps away, his polished shoes sinking slightly into the soft sand. "This is the third time this year," he said, gesturing toward the helicopter behind him. "The third time I’ve had to leave an important meeting—once with the Japanese trade ministers, mind you—to come drag you off some godforsaken, abandoned island in the middle of nowhere."

"Well this island is technically not abandoned, we just landed on a part far from any city."

Ethan watched with faint amusement as Michael pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath that was drowned out by the whirring blades.

"And each time," Michael continued, lowering his hand to point at her, "you don’t even call. You just... stand somewhere, looking smug, and I’m expected to show up like some kind of—" He cut himself off with a frustrated exhale.

"Never mind. Just tell me there aren’t armed men with questionable intentions lurking in the tree line this time."

"Well... That one time was because they had a tracker on me." Irina defended.

Michael groaned, looking skyward like he was begging for divine patience. If he didn’t owe this woman, he’d have strangled her himself.

With a sigh, he turned to Ethan and asked as his grey eyes narrowed in suspicion, "and who are you?"

"Ethan Cross," He responded simply, choosing to add nothing else.

The man before him looked incredibly familiar but he couldn’t place a finger where he had seen him before, well that was until Athena informed.

{Michael Reeves,} she started, {the heir of the Reeves family, the owners of a multi billion dollar shipping empire, with assets in over forty countries. Primarily deals in logistics, freight, and offshore investments. Estimated net worth—}

"That’s enough, Athena," Ethan muttered under his breath.

He now recalled where he had seen him. Michael’s was one of the biggest downfalls in the future and Ethan, just like the rest of the world, had witnessed it all

Michael’s gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, like he was going through his memory for a face or name like his.

"Cross... never heard of you," he said finally, though his tone suggested he was filing the name away just in case it became relevant later.

Ethan smirked faintly. "I’ll try not to take that personally."

Michael just nodded at his comment before turning back to Irina, "one of your brother’s minions who you convinced to switch sides or a new hire?"

Irina frowned—not because Michael thought Ethan was a minion, but because he’d known her long enough to realize she would never work with someone who had once been hired by his brothers, no matter how valuable they might be.

But she chose to say nothing and just sighed before walking past him and into the helicopter and putting on a headset.

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