Chapter 152 - Not Dead

They looked around and discovered that Vincent disappeared. Even though they were otaku and didn't know much about the business world, they were aware that Vincent was well-known. They not only respected him but also stood in awe of him. Despite this, they were slow to notice that he was not around.

Perhaps the scene between Arabella and Janessa grabbed their attention just now. When they couldn't find Vincent, they shouted right away, "Mr. Vincent..."

"Vincent!"

"Mrs. Scavo!"

Janessa frowned slightly. "A bunch of sycophants..."

It must be hard for them to address a girl who was several years younger than them as Mrs. Scavo.

The guard walked unnoticed behind them and said, "Mr. Vincent is changing."

"Holy shit!" Randy covered his mouth and exclaimed, "Just a while ago, they...?"

"Scram." Vincent happened to come out from behind a boulder, and his face darkened when he heard this.

Emily followed behind him with a smile on her face. When she smiled, her eyes twinkled with liveliness. With her palm-sized face and black hair over her shoulders, she was gorgeous. Many of them were mesmerized by her.

"What's the matter?" When Emily looked up, she found them dumbfounded. Confused, she stopped smiling and looked at Randy.

What made her more charming was that she didn't find herself beautiful.

All of them were hit by Cupid's arrows. Thinking that she was Vincent's woman, they instantly pulled out the arrows in their imagination and begged Cupid not to do it again.

Randy flipped his fan open and covered half of his face. In an annoying tone, he asked, "Nothing. I'm just curious. Just now ... what did you guys do?"

Although the others weren't gossips, they couldn't help but prick up their ears when they heard him ask.

"Nothing."

Vincent held Emily's hand and walked forward.

"Really? Was this place okay for you? Do you like a natural environment like this?" Randy continued.

"..."

Turn back the clock.

The moment Vincent bit Emily's ear bone, she swooned in his embrace and knocked over the bottle in his hand with her arm. The little water left in it spilled onto Vincent's trousers.

The soaked part of his trousers made his erection visible.

Her eyes bugged for a moment before she took off her coat and blocked it for him.

"..."

Vincent looked embarrassed as he unhappily patted on her shoulder and said, "Put it on."

"But..." Before Emily finished her sentence, the guard already opened his backpack, took out a clean suit sealed in a pack, and respectfully presented it to Vincent.

"..."

She wondered why he brought a suit here and it was a full set.

Emily couldn't figure it out and walked before Vincent as a cover. They made their way into the back of the observation deck. The guard handed the suit to Emily.

His trousers were wet, so was his underwear.

Emily took out a pair of black shorts from the pack and handed it over. She was at a loss, not knowing where to look. Finally, she stared at the ground. She could see Vincent's straight legs out of the corner of her eye. Looking up, she saw a bullet-sized scar on the inside of his right thigh. The skin surrounding the scar was dark purple.

Standing there, he let her size him up with her burning gaze. His voice was slightly hoarse. "Are you satisfied?"

"What?" Emily was somewhat confused by his question. Detecting affection in his eyes, she understood what he was asking. She glanced there and flattered him, "Strong and majestic."

"..."

Vincent let out a laugh. He reached out and took the trousers in her hand. He put his palm on the top of her hair. "Turn around."

"Okay." Although Emily didn't say much, her eyes lit up because she found that Vincent was actually shy.

"If you keep staring, it will be excited." Vincent lowered his head and said. These erotic words came from such a straight-faced man.

"..."

The group laughed and had fun along the way. A moment later, they arrived at the Dragon Spring that Emma was looking for. Rows of stones were stacked on top of each other. The spring water shaped them into a dragon pattern. Or perhaps the pattern was manmade and quite lifelike.

But obviously they were not so interested in the spring. They looked up and saw the trees beside them. There were a lot of bright red fruits. They asked curiously, "Are these red fruits here edible?"

"Don't eat them. What if they are poisonous..." Before Randy could finish his sentence, he saw Janessa pick one and wipe it with her clothes before stuffing it into her mouth.

Armando was so scared that he reached for her mouth. "Janessa!"

After finishing it, Janessa said, "It's fine. I just taste it. If I don't die from it, you can eat some."

"..."

It was already noon. The sun shone on everyone's face through cracks between leaves and their sweat glistened. They all squatted beside stones and cupped their hands to get water to wash their faces.

"It's quite refreshing."

"After all, it's spring water, all-natural. You can take some with you."

"I'm hungry. Are there any rabbits here?"

"You wish. Even if there are, you can't find a barbecue rack here."

"..."

Their topic started to drift, but much of their talk was about pheasants, rabbits, and barbecues. Apparently, they were starving.

Janessa felt nothing after eating the red fruit. Just as she was about to persuade others to try it, Armando stopped her. "What if you feel sick after half an hour?"

Janessa shrugged. "Forget it. I'll eat alone. Anyway, I had one."

Armando could not convince her, so he could only pick a few and wash them by the spring before handing them to her. Janessa encouraged him, "Don't follow me around. Go and help her."

She was referring to Emma.

Emma was opening her backpack and taking out a cup for water. Because her foot was injured, it was not convenient for her to stoop down, so she half knelt on a stone and leaned out to get the water.

Armando silently took her cup and filled it for her. Emma turned to him and thanked him.

Jaquan shot an unpleasant look at her and found a place a little far away from them. "Randy, didn't you say that the owner would bring us food?"

"I asked him to bring it to the top of the mountain." Randy kept fanning himself fast. "It motivates us to climb."

"..."

After saying that, Randy looked up at the top of the mountain and sighed, "Damn, now I regret it."

"Scram."

Jaquan only had a few bottles of water in backpack, unlike Randy who brought snacks like a child. Jaquan had thought that the owner would prepare lunch for them to bring along and Randy's plan surprised him. He only had a little porridge in the morning because the hangover spoiled his appetite. Now, he burned many calories and was hungry now. He took off his coat and held the shoe box in his hand. Glancing up, he caught sight of the owner.

"Hey! Sir!" he cried out immediately.