Jungle Corp – CEO on Death Island

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 her neck.

The Vance Empire's High Heiress turned to look at Arthur, who was sitting casually sipping coconut water, hoping the CEO would show a tiny bit of empathy as a fellow city human.

However, Arthur only stared at her with a face as flat as a board. The man even gave a small cue through a blink of his eyes: 'Just do what she wants, idiot.'

Clarissa cursed inwardly. It turned out the news about Arthur Sterling's ruthlessness on Wall Street wasn't just gossip. This man was truly a true capitalist demon! He easily adapted into a Cannibal King, and didn't care at all about Clarissa's suffering as long as his plan went smoothly.

"My beautiful wife," Arthur finally spoke up, making his tone sound as sweet and arrogant as possible. He put down his coconut shell and approached Xara. "Don't waste your energy scolding junk. If she faints from being too exhausted, who's going to wash your bear skins tonight?"

Xara snorted haughtily, looking at Arthur with a slightly softened gaze. "My husband, she is too weak. Wouldn't it be better if we cut off one of her fingers so she behaves better?"

Hearing that, Clarissa almost had a heart attack. The banana leaf in her hand almost dropped.

"That's called illegal asset stripping, my Wife," Arthur quickly argued, using business logic intentionally made absurd so Xara would get even more confused. "If she's missing a finger, her work performance drops by ten percent. Bad for business! Just leave her whole, let's squeeze her energy until it's completely drained. That's much more satisfying, right?"

Xara thought for a moment, then smiled widely. Arthur's Cunning logic always managed to stroke her brutal ego.

"You really are the smartest husband!" Xara praised, laughing loudly. She stood up, then kicked Clarissa's foot lightly. "Hey, Servant! Keep fanning this seat until I come back! I'm going to hunt forest rabbits for my Husband's dinner!"

With a light leap that made absolutely no sense for human standards, Xara dashed toward the forest and disappeared behind the bushes.

As soon as his wife was truly out of sight, Arthur let out a long sigh. His Cannibal King mask slowly faded, replaced by the face of a CEO under severe stress.

Clarissa immediately threw the banana leaf to the ground. She stared at Arthur with her chest rising and falling and eyes burning with hatred.

"You crazy bastard!" Clarissa hissed under her breath, afraid her voice would be heard by the other villagers. "You actually let her torture me?! I am Clarissa Vance! If my father finds out you treated me like a low-tier servant, he'll destroy Sterling Group until nothing is left!"

Arthur didn't take offense. He instead squatted down in front of Clarissa, staring at the woman with an ice-cold gaze.

"Go ahead and call your father. Call your lawyer. Call your family's entire fleet of ships," Arthur challenged cynically. He pointed around the village filled with muscular, machete-wielding men. "Oh, wait. Your phone is gone, right? Your private helicopter is missing? Wake up, Princess! This is the Island of Death. Your father's billions of dollars are worth less than a piece of rotten yam here."

Clarissa fell silent. That brutal reality slapped her face hard.

"I humiliated you earlier not because I enjoy bullying people," Arthur continued, his voice soft yet full of pressure. "Xara is a monster. If I looked even slightly concerned about you, she'd consider you a threat. And if she gets jealous, she won't hesitate to tear your stomach open right in front of me. Understand?!"

Clarissa swallowed hard. The anger in her eyes slowly turned into real fear. She just realized how thin the line between her life and death was today.

"S-so... what should I do now?" Clarissa asked in a trembling voice, her ego as a conglomerate heiress completely crushed to dust.

"Starting today, you are an entry-level staff member in my company," Arthur stood up, dusting the remaining dirt from his pants. "Your job description is easy: be a good servant to my wife during the day, and be an HR staff member helping me manage this village's inventory. Don't fight back, don't seek attention, and fit in. If you can make yourself useful, I'll make sure you stay alive until we find a way to escape from this damn island."

Clarissa lowered her head, staring at her scraped and dirty palms. She nodded weakly. There was no other choice. To survive, she had to engage in Corporate Slaving under the control of Arthur Sterling, her family's business enemy.

"Good. Now pick that banana leaf back up and clean the cot in the hut," Arthur ordered without mercy. "Don't let my wife come back and see that your chore isn't done yet."

Arthur turned around and walked toward his flat rock. He watched the sky slowly turn orange. Night was about to fall.

Clarissa stared at Arthur's back with a complex look. On one hand, this man was her savior. But on the other hand, this man adapted far too perfectly. He enjoyed his power. Arthur wasn't just surviving; the man was building his own kingdom right in the middle of the jungle.

While Clarissa cursed her fate as a servant, Arthur instead massaged his temples in frustration.

The CEO wasn't thinking about power. He was thinking about the fate of his ribcage. Tonight he had to go back to sleeping next to Xara, the barbarian wife whose hugging strength could crush iron.

"One day survived," Arthur muttered to himself in a quiet lament, staring at the sunset. "But the massacre of my spine is just about to begin."