2026-07-31 09:41:46"Personal property, you say?"
Xara's voice echoed, piercing the suddenly silent atmosphere of the village square. Arthur's barbarian wife stepped forward. Her arm muscles tensed. The tip of her spear was pointed right at Clarissa, who was still cowering in fear on the stretcher.
"You forbade them from eating this white meat... because you want to keep her, my Husband?!" Xara growled. The fire of jealousy blazed fiercely in her eyes. To Xara, this woman from the city wasn't just a prospective side dish, but a prospective homewrecker!
Clarissa let out a stifled scream, shrinking back until she bumped into a basket of wild yams. Let alone thinking about the inheritance battle in New York, now she was stuck in the middle of a cannibal tribe's blind jealousy drama!
Cold sweat poured down Arthur's back. If he misspoke even a little, it wouldn't just be Clarissa's head separating from her body, but the small corporate kingdom he had just pioneered would be completely destroyed.
The CEO's god-tier negotiator instincts immediately took over. Arthur laughed. Not a panicked laugh, but an arrogant laugh that he intentionally made as loud as possible.
"Hahaha! Keep her? My mighty wife, please don't insult my aesthetic tastes!" Arthur swatted the tip of Xara's spear away elegantly, then pointed at Clarissa with a disdainful expression. "Just look at this skinny bamboo twig! She has no muscles, she has no strength. Her hips are too small to birth strong warriors, and her hands are too smooth to lift firewood! In my hometown, a woman this weak is of the lowest caste!"
Clarissa gaped. Her tears instantly stopped flowing out of shock. What the hell?! I am Clarissa Vance! The elite primadonna of New York! How dare this man in a ragged suit call me the lowest caste?!
Xara tilted her head. Her facial muscles relaxed a bit, although her vigilance hadn't disappeared. "Then why do you want to take her? Just let Grok boil her!"
"That's exactly the problem!" Arthur spun his body, shifting his gaze to Grok and the tribe members who were still drooling waiting for their food rations.
Arthur pointed at Clarissa who was still trembling. "Do you see her crying hysterically all this time? Her cortisol and stress hormones are currently spilling all over her bloodstream! If you force yourselves to boil her now, her meat will harden like a tractor tire and it will taste as bitter as bile! This is called culinary suicide!"
Grok and the warriors immediately took a step back, staring at Clarissa with disgust as if the beautiful woman had just been smeared with pig manure. The threat of bitter meat turned out to be far scarier to them than a god's curse.
"Besides, let's talk about ROI (Return on Investment)," Arthur continued, pacing back and forth as if giving a presentation in front of shareholders. "We already agreed to use the KPI system, right? Xylok, your HR Manager, is working too slow! He's just taking notes on yams using dirt scribbles that instantly disappear when the wind blows! We need pure administrative labor!"
"A-administrative?" Grok parroted in confusion.
"Harvest Recording Secretary!" Arthur asserted. "Starting today, I'm employing this skinny woman as the village logistics staff. She will count the assets, manage the shift schedules, and record your performances! Letting her live will increase this village's efficiency up to two hundred percent. If you eat her, you'll only be full for one night, and after that you'll become stupid barbarians again! Which one do you choose?!"
The whole village fell silent. Arthur's crazy logic had once again successfully brainwashed them.
Arthur then turned to Xara, lowering his voice and putting on his best manipulative smile.
"Besides, my Wife..." Arthur whispered. "You are the Tribe Princess. The wife of Mr. Boss. How could your strong and beautiful hands get dirty dealing with dust and swatting flies? I'm taking this lowly woman specifically to be your personal servant. She'll be the one washing your bear skins and bringing you drinking water."
Xara's eyes immediately sparkled. Imagining herself walking around the village while this snow-skinned woman fanned her from behind... that was the highest-caste flexing on the Island of Death!
A wide smile bloomed on Xara's wild face. She laughed uproariously and immediately smacked Arthur's back until the CEO almost face-planted into the dirt.
"Hahaha! My husband really is the smartest!" Xara exclaimed proudly. "Alright! This skinny bag of bones is officially my assistant! If she works too slow, I will throw her into the crocodile pen myself!"
Arthur let out a long sigh, secretly wiping the sweat off his temples. Crazy. Negotiating with a mafia cartel was never this hard.
Grok and his team finally gave up, putting down the stretcher and returning to their posts with somewhat disappointed faces for failing to feast on imported meat.
Clarissa was still sitting on her wooden stretcher, her body as stiff as a statue. Her Ivy League business master's degree brain was loading hard, trying to process what had just happened.
Captive... cauldron... cortisol hormones... ROI... KPI... personal servant?
Amidst her shock, Clarissa stared intently at Arthur. The man was speaking English with a very fluent New York elite business accent. Not only that, the way the man led the meeting, dominated the room, and shifted public opinion... that was pure high-class CEO manipulation tactics.
"Y-you..." Clarissa muttered softly as Arthur walked towards her. The woman's eyes stared at the remains of Arthur's dust-covered face, then looked at the cut of his shirt. "You're... Arthur Sterling?! The CEO of Sterling Group who was reported missing, having committed suicide at sea last week?!"
Arthur stopped walking. His flat expression didn't change, but his eyes radiated a sharp glint. He squatted in front of Clarissa, the distance between them now only a few spans.
"Welcome to my new subsidiary, Miss Vance," Arthur whispered with a cynical smile that made Clarissa's hairs stand on end. "Starting now, you are my low-level administrative staff. Don't cause trouble, don't cry, and follow my orders if you don't want to go into the soup cauldron. Understand?"
Clarissa gulped, nodding jerkily. On one hand, she was scared half to death seeing Arthur's aura, which was far more ruthless than the gossip in the business world. But on the other hand, a spark of hope appeared in her chest.
She had been saved by the most manipulative man in the modern world. And on this island ruled by giant-powered monsters, having a cunning boss might be her only guarantee of staying alive.
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Chapter 11: The Barbarian Wife's Jealousy
The afternoon sun on the Island of Death still felt like it was roasting the top of the head, but the heat in front of Arthur's VVIP hut was much hotter due to Xara's murderous aura.Even though she had agreed to make Clarissa her personal servant, the barbarian woman's territorial instincts had not completely faded. Xara sat cross-legged on a flat rock, staring intently at Clarissa, who was kneeling in the dusty dirt. Clarissa's hands, which usually only held Hermès bags and champagne glasses, were now trembling as they held a giant banana leaf."Fan properly, Skinny Twig!" Xara snapped. She intentionally kicked a pebble toward Clarissa's feet. "The breeze isn't strong enough! Are you a servant or a mosquito?! If you're this slow, I might as well make you crocodile feed!"Clarissa bit her lower lip hard to hold back tears. Sweat flooded her ruined haute couture dress. Her arms were extraordinarily sore, but every time she wanted to stop, the tip of Xara's spear pressed right against
Chapter 10: Imported Meat and KPI
"Personal property, you say?"Xara's voice echoed, piercing the suddenly silent atmosphere of the village square. Arthur's barbarian wife stepped forward. Her arm muscles tensed. The tip of her spear was pointed right at Clarissa, who was still cowering in fear on the stretcher."You forbade them from eating this white meat... because you want to keep her, my Husband?!" Xara growled. The fire of jealousy blazed fiercely in her eyes. To Xara, this woman from the city wasn't just a prospective side dish, but a prospective homewrecker!Clarissa let out a stifled scream, shrinking back until she bumped into a basket of wild yams. Let alone thinking about the inheritance battle in New York, now she was stuck in the middle of a cannibal tribe's blind jealousy drama!Cold sweat poured down Arthur's back. If he misspoke even a little, it wouldn't just be Clarissa's head separating from her body, but the small corporate kingdom he had just pioneered would be completely destroyed.The CEO's god
Chapter 9: The Arrival of an Uninvited Guest
The midday sun felt like it was burning his skin, but that was nothing compared to the heat in Arthur's head.The CEO stood in front of a giant flat stone in the village square. Below his eyes were rather thick dark circles—the result of staying up all night thanks to Xara's snoring concert that successfully made the hut vibrate.In front of him, Xylok and several representatives from the Acquisition Department were sitting cross-legged, listening to Arthur's scolding with tense faces."Xylok, I've told you time and time again! Don't just throw away the slightly rotten wild yams!" Arthur tapped the stone with a twig in the style of a super annoying manager. "Cut off the rotten parts, and give the good leftovers to our captured boars for feed. This is called zero waste management! Do you guys understand raw material efficiency or not?!"Xylok hurriedly nodded in a panic until his bird skull crown tilted. "U-understood, Mr. Boss! Cut the rotten, give to the boars!"Arthur let out a long
Chapter 8: The Monster's Husband
"The left leg, or the right leg, my Husband?" repeated Xara.The exotic woman's voice sounded gentle, but her threat successfully made Arthur's blood feel like it stopped flowing. His shirt collar choked his neck even more. The CEO's sky-high prestige went straight into the trash can that very second. Faced with pure muscle, a pointless debate using corporate law articles clearly wasn't going to work."Okay, okay! Put me down first!" Arthur patted Xara's muscular arm in a panic. "We are adults, let's settle this at the negotiating table, not with a physical fight!"Xara snorted in amusement, but slowly loosened her grip. Arthur landed on the ground with slightly trembling legs, hurriedly straightening his shirt collar while clearing his throat to restore the remnants of his shattered dignity.Arthur's capitalist brain spun as fast as a supercomputer. He had to find a loophole to cancel this "hostile takeover"."Listen, Xara. The offer to be your husband is... very flattering, an honor
Chapter 7: The Threat Behind the Bushes
The midday sun felt like it was roasting the top of his head.Arthur stood in the middle of the village square, hands on his hips as he supervised his "employees" at work. Xylok, the makeshift HR Manager, was reporting the stock of wild yams and wild fruits using twig scribbles on the ground. On the other side, Grok and the Asset Acquisition Department team had just returned bringing two medium-sized deer caught from the trench trap Arthur had designed."Good work. This is what we call time efficiency," Arthur praised, nodding in satisfaction at the still-living deer. "Put them into the wooden pen I built yesterday. Don't kill them until we need fresh meat. Xylok, record Grok's team's performance today with an A grade!"Xylok hurriedly scribbled on the dirt, even though the old shaman had absolutely no idea what an 'A grade' was. What mattered was that Mr. Boss was happy and their dinner ration was safe.However, amidst his satisfaction of seeing his small kingdom starting to run syst
Chapter 6: Forest Restructuring
The morning sunlight pierced through the gaps in the palm leaf roof of the VVIP hut. Arthur woke up, stretching his body which was still stiff from sleeping on a wooden cot.There was no aroma of espresso coffee this morning. There was also no personal assistant knocking on the door to read out his meeting schedule or stock reports. There was only a choir of forest birds and the smell of wet earth.Arthur snorted softly. He stepped out of the hut, straightening his dirty and torn shirt. Grok, the giant-bodied Cannibal Commander, was apparently already on standby, squatting in front of the door like a guard dog."Call all the elders and your men who can work," Arthur ordered without beating around the bush, his aura already back in big boss mode. "We're having a morning briefing right now in the village square."Fifteen minutes later, the village square that was usually quiet in the morning was suddenly full. Everyone gathered under the giant banyan tree in the middle of the village.T
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