Peta hesitated, seemingly unsure what to say. After some time, he finally responded, “You’re talking about a place that absolutely can’t fall into the wrong hands. It’s a place everyone dreams of possessing.” A land paved with gold? A land of untold treasures? You'll understand when you see it for yourself. All I can tell you is this—Insa…
Felicia immediately lost interest. Any curiosity she’d had was fleeting, barely enough to keep her engaged. For her, the only thing that mattered about the island was finding a Heart Eater to suppress the Heart Faber’s torment of Maurice.
The deal was tentatively set. They agreed to depart in three days. Felicia glanced at Pete, who immediately motioned for the robed man to act. Begrudgingly, the robed figure worked to…
“Tim will only last five days,” the robed man warned, his tone curt and impatient. “If you don’t find another Heart Eater from the same source within that time, he’s as good as dead.” Felicia checked Maurice’s pulse and felt a bit more reassured. The immediate danger had passed, and Maurice wouldn’t fall into another mind-controlled frenzy for now. However, the immediate effects of the backlash had left him severely weakened. Over the next few days, Maurice would be fragile and vulnerable.
The subordinates from the Glovers family exchanged glances before cautiously addressing Felicia, “Ms. Tuller, if it’s alright, we’ll take Mr. Glovers down the mountain now. We’re staying at…”
“Go ahead,” Felicia said after a moment’s thought. Before they left, she added, “In about two hours, he’ll wake up. Let him know he needs to rest properly for the next couple of days. In a few days, he’s coming with me.” She was going to deal with the venomous creature inside him, and Maurice had to be there too.
The two nodded respectfully and carried Maurice away. Once they were gone, only Felicia, Scarlet, Pete, and the robed man remained.
“Time to…” Pete started. Felicia responded with a curt nod but didn’t bother to reply, preparing to go down the mountain with Scarlet.
Pete watched her retreating figure, his eyes twitching uncontrollably. He’d half-expected Felicia to make things difficult for him, perhaps even try to counter him. He wondered if he had misjudged her. She didn’t seem as vindictive as he’d assumed. But just as that thought crossed his mind, the sound of synchronized, hurried footsteps shattered the calm. Pete spun around, his eyes widening at the sight of an advancing team. They were armed to the teeth and closing in on them.
The robed man exclaimed in disbelief, “The Special Operations Unit? Michael Conte? Fork! How the hell did they find us?” His expression shifted from shock to panic. Without hesitation, he bolted toward the SUV while shouting at the driver, “Drive! Now! Go!” But then he didn’t dare move until Pete had climbed into the vehicle. Furious, the robed man looked as though he might explode.
Pete clenched his fists tightly, his mind racing. He and the robed man had been under the Special Operations Unit’s radar for some time now, but he hadn’t anticipated them showing up at… Pete’s mind zeroed in on the likely suspect, and his gaze snapped to the direction Felicia had taken.
Far ahead, she was only a good distance away. She hadn’t so much as glanced back, but as though sensing his scrutiny, she casually raised her hand and waved without turning around. Her slender figure rounded the bend.