Chapter 85 He Went to Save Her
The guy pointed to a narrow path through the bushes and said, "Honestly, I’m not sure. I heard some folks over there saying a girl slipped on the grass and fell. A bunch of young people already went down to help her. But I don’t know if it’s Ms. Jones."
He waved his hand and quickly walked off. Sweat was dripping down Michael’s forehead.
He didn’t have time to alert the bodyguard and sprinted in the direction the guy had pointed.
His leg injury wasn’t fully healed, so every step felt like needles stabbing his nerves.
But Michael didn’t care about the pain. He was terrified Elizabeth might be waiting for him at the bottom of the cliff.
Was she hurt or scared? She was so timid; was she crying in fear? Michael wondered as he carefully climbed down the mountain.
In his rush, he didn’t notice the sign next to him: [No Visitors Allowed to Descend from Here. Beware of Mudslides.]
The middle of the path was a slippery patch of grass. Michael stepped on it and immediately lost his balance, tumbling uncontrollably down the mountain.
Momentum carried him until he crashed into a sturdy tree and finally stopped. His vision went black, and he passed out.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth and Samuel were still in the hotel room. Elizabeth put down her paper cup and said, "Mr. Taylor, we can’t just sit here all day. Let’s go out, get some fresh air, and enjoy the early winter sunshine."
Just then, there was a loud knock on the door.
Samuel frowned and went to open it.
"Who is it?" he asked, then opened the door.
Margaret burst in, grabbed Samuel by the tie, her eyes red, and demanded, "Samuel, didn’t I tell you not to touch Michael? You asked me to bring him here, but what did you do to him?"
Samuel gently removed Margaret’s hand, straightened his suit and tie, and said calmly, "Margaret, watch your words. Did I do anything? Why are you so worked up?"
Margaret shouted, "Michael is missing! Someone saw him rolling down the mountain! You asked me to bring him here, and now something’s happened to him. Send someone to find him immediately! I called his phone, but he didn’t answer! I think he passed out again. The temperature on the mountain is so low; he could freeze to death!"
Hearing this, Elizabeth got anxious and rushed out of the room.
She wondered, why would Michael come? Wasn’t this a team-building event for the Jones Group and Zenith Investments? Did he come because of her? Was he looking for her? Was he worried because he couldn’t find her? Why didn’t he call her? Was he mad because she rejected his investment?
Elizabeth hurried out and saw Michael’s bodyguard standing alone.
She rushed over and spluttered, "Where’s Michael? Why are you here alone? Where did Michael go?"
The bodyguard stared at Elizabeth and said, "Mr. Thomas asked me to wait here for you and call him as soon as I saw you. But I've been waiting all morning and didn't see you. How did you come out from inside the hotel? When did you go up?"
Elizabeth looked down, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I didn't climb up; I took the cable car straight to the hotel."
The bodyguard slapped his forehead. "Mr. Thomas went looking for you, and now I'm looking for him, too. I can't reach him on the phone either."
Realizing how serious this was, Elizabeth pulled out her phone and saw a message from Michael from an hour and a half ago: [I'm in the tent. When you see the bodyguard, have him bring you to me.]
Without wasting any time, Elizabeth grabbed the bodyguard and started heading down the mountain. "Come on, we need to find Michael ASAP."
Samuel rushed up and grabbed her arm, sounding urgent. "Ms. Jones, it's dangerous to go down that way. Stop it, we've already called the police."
Elizabeth shook off his hand and said coldly, "Mr. Taylor, you better be honest. If something happens to Michael, I won't forgive anyone who deliberately harmed him."
Elizabeth and the bodyguard supported each other, calling out Michael's name as they carefully searched for any signs of him.
After Elizabeth left, Samuel went back to his room.
Then two guys showed up in Samuel's room to give him an update.
"Mr. Taylor, we did what you asked. We led Michael to that spot and watched him head down the mountain," one of them said.
The other added, "The path's blocked. He'll either get lost and freeze overnight or fall into the valley and die."
Samuel nodded, "Good job. You can go now."
Margaret was still in the room and heard everything.
Once they left, Margaret grabbed Samuel by the collar, fuming. "Samuel! I knew it was you! How could you be so heartless? Haven't you known Michael for over ten years? Isn't he your friend? How could you do this to him? Don't you know I love him?"
Samuel ignored her and pulled his clothes free from her grip.
He walked over to the table and picked up two glasses of wine. "Come on, Margaret, let's celebrate. You're about to be free from your misery."
He raised his glass towards her.
Margaret slapped his hand away. "Samuel, how many awful things have you done over the years? You're not the gentle Samuel I used to know. You've changed so much I don't even recognize you."
Margaret asked sadly, "Samuel, you weren't always like this. You used to be kind, loving, and caring. When did you change?"
Samuel replied coldly, "Margaret, you're wrong. I've always been like this; you just never noticed."
Margaret started crying, "Samuel, you need to leave. You killed Michael; the law won't spare you. Run away, go abroad. Go far away and don't let anyone find you."
Samuel looked at her change of attitude in disbelief, "Margaret, are you worried about me? I killed Michael, don't you hate me?"
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