Isolated Island

So that was what happened. Since they were passing by, Lucille looked over. As the driver had said, all the roads around the amusement park had been dug up. The huge park had become an isolated island. It was so miserable. The driver let out a sigh. "It's so obvious that the leader of the project, Mr. Jules, must have offended someone while carrying out the project. After all, things were going so smoothly at the start, but he's having it hard after putting in all that effort." "The only possibility is that he must have gotten on someone's nerves." After the driver finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that Lucille's surname was Jules, and she was the daughter of Howard himself. "I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Collins. I spoke without thinking. That's not what I meant..." The driver apologized hurriedly. "It doesn't matter. It has nothing to do with me." Lucille didn't take it seriously. Soon, the car stopped steadily and arrived at the school five minutes earlier than expected. Lucille thanked