The group repeated their justifications over and over again, as if trying to convince themselves more than anyone else. But someone finally whispered a different kind of doubt. "But that was Mr. Falls… If he reports this to the Governor, wouldn’t that carry a different kind of weight?" "And why would they specifically arrange for Arthur and Ashley to live in this courtyard? Could it be… the Governor values them in some special way?" As soon as those words fell, the others whipped their heads around to stare at the speakers, fear flashing in their eyes. Suddenly, as if something clicked in their minds— "Arthur! We have to go find Arthur!" Without another word, they spun around and rushed back toward the courtyard Arthur had been in. At that moment, Arthur and Ashley were already inside the house, examining the small notebook Falls had passed to them from Drake. It turned out to be a folded map of Heaven Island. Every detail of the island’s landscape was marked on it—mountains, rivers, and even the exact locations of Heaven’s Cult headquarters and its branches. Ashley frowned. "Why would Mr. Drake give us such a detailed map?" Arthur thought for a moment before answering. "Maybe it has something to do with the entrance assessment." Ashley considered it and nodded. The two of them stopped talking and focused their attention entirely on the map. They hadn’t been studying long when angry shouting erupted outside the courtyard again. "Arthur! Get out here!" Arthur and Ashley exchanged a glance. They walked to the door."You guys again?" Arthur frowned. Before he could say more, the group launched into a barrage of questions. "Arthur! What kind of tricks did you pull to get a place in this courtyard?" "At the banquet a few days ago, why did Mr. Falls call you away?" "Each of us has more power and status than you—what gives you the right to live here?" "When Mr. Falls took him away that day, I thought he was getting punished by Mr. Drake! We didn’t see them for days—I figured he’d been hurt or something. And now it turns out he got lucky?" "No wonder he made it onto Heaven Island with that background—it’s gotta be some shady deal!" Their indignation only grew as they talked, fury building with every word. Suddenly, one of them noticed Ashley standing quietly to the side—her stunning beauty, poised and elegant, easily rivaling the finest daughters of nobility from around the world. A younger middle-aged man sneered with a lewd glint in his eyes. "Arthur, did you use your fiancée to please Mr. Drake?" He didn’t even try to lower his voice. As he spoke, he shot a deliberate glance at Ashley. Arthur’s face darkened in an instant. He stepped in front of Ashley and shouted, "Shut your mouth!" The man hadn’t expected Arthur to lash out like that. Arthur’s sharp, furious voice startled him into silence. Ashley, who had always dressed conservatively when out in public, instantly noticed the man's disgusting stare and quickly slipped behind Arthur, wary and tense. Once the man regained his composure, he realized he’d been cowed by a no-name kid. Glancing at the others who were clearly enjoying the spectacle, his face burned with humiliation. Enraged, he pointed a trembling finger at Arthur and Ashley and snapped: "Arthur! Don’t think getting a lucky break with this courtyard makes you someone important! How dare you raise your voice at me?! Do you even know who you are? You’ve got some nerve, you little brat!" He had held a high position for years—when had he ever been spoken to like this?Especially in front of all these dignitaries from around the world—being scolded like that by a snot-nosed kid? It was unbearable. Still fuming, he took a breath and kept shouting: "You two act so pure and noble, always bragging about how in love you are—what a joke!" "I should’ve known! A kid your age with tricks up his sleeve, dragging around some whore and calling her your devoted fiancée? Your only goal is to use that slut to please the Governor, isn’t it?!" As the vile words left his mouth, silence fell over the entire courtyard. Arthur’s eyes locked onto him—bloodshot and brimming with fury, as if he were about to tear the man apart. Ashley’s whole body trembled with rage. If not for the difference in status, she would have rushed out and beaten him to a pulp. And she wouldn’t have stopped until he was bedridden for six months. But Ashley knew—this man’s position was too far above theirs. They couldn’t afford to provoke him. If they did, it wouldn’t just be her who paid the price. Arthur would suffer too. Her fists clenched so tightly that her nails nearly broke the skin of her palms.