Suga glanced at the man standing under the coconut tree. As always, the bodyguard Hendrick hired to follow him was never far off.
This one, Suga reckoned, was probably an omega too— no way Hendrick would let an alpha linger so close, especially not here.
From what Suga had pieced together from the flash drive, there weren't really any betas on this island. If there were, they'd likely be toiling in the weapons factory.
Wait a second. That building. That tall structure not far from here, where Suga had seen vehicles coming and going— could it be the weapons factory? The flash drive had no clear map of the island, so Suga could only guess, his mind buzzing with possibilities.
Determined to check the place again, Suga bolted to the mansion and grabbed a bicycle. The bodyguard could never keep up when he rode one, which was exactly why Suga was often forbidden from using them.
