Chapter 1147 Anthony is Ruthless
Because this place was so remote, finding transportation was nearly impossible. They hoped someone passing by might give them a lift.
But hitchhiking here wasn't easy either. They had a big group—eight people, including the driver—and they were carrying camera lenses worth millions that needed to be kept safe.
After two hours, they'd only seen three cars.
One was a big truck full of sheep, another was loaded with vegetables, and the last was a small car packed with people.
The folks in the car got out and joined Jane in trying to flag down a ride, their initial hope turning into numbness.
"Jane, do you think we might have to spend the night here?" Lester asked, worried.
Jane didn't say anything but silently thought, 'Very likely.'
She glanced at the van. It wasn't big, and seven people could barely sleep in it, but it would definitely be uncomfortable. The most troublesome part was the lack of enough food and water.
"Jane, there's a car!" someone shouted.
A cool off-road vehicle was approaching, followed by two black mid-sized vans.
Jane stood by the roadside and waved.
The leading off-road vehicle stopped.
"Hello, our car broke down. Could you give us a ride? We'll pay for it," Jane said.
The driver, a man wearing sunglasses, replied, "I need to ask my boss. I can't make the decision."
Out of the corner of her eye, Jane saw a tall man sitting in the back seat. The light was too dim to see his face clearly, but she could feel a strong, oppressive aura.
Before Jane could say "okay," the rear window rolled down.
A face Jane knew all too well appeared.
His features were stern, with a resolute outline, and he exuded an aura that warned strangers to keep away and acquaintances not to disturb him.
"Anthony." Jane was stunned.
Anthony raised his eyes indifferently, his cold gaze falling on Jane without saying a word, as if she were a stranger. He had no intention of initiating a conversation.
Jane didn't want to talk to Anthony either, but the problem was that she had stopped Anthony's car, so she had to explain.
'Well,' Jane thought, 'there are still two cars behind; we can ask those drivers for help.'
"Jane, the drivers of the two cars behind said they need to ask their boss if they can give us a ride. Their boss is in this off-road vehicle..." Lester ran over, stopping mid-sentence when he saw Anthony in the off-road vehicle.
Lester looked at Jane in shock, as if to say, "Am I seeing things? Is that Anthony?"
Jane thought, 'You're not mistaken; it's him. What a coincidence and bad luck.'
"Jane, let's wait a bit longer; it does matter," Lester whispered, tugging at her sleeve.
"Okay," Jane replied, not wanting to get involved with Anthony any further. "Mr. Clark, sorry for bothering you."
She stepped back, signaling they could leave.
Anthony glanced at her for a second and then instructed the driver, "Drive."
The off-road vehicle and the two mid-sized vans drove away.
"They left so decisively," Lester muttered.
"What else could they do?" Jane asked.
Lester said, "This isn't what I imagined. Didn't they say Anthony loves you very much? Shouldn't he have insisted on giving you a ride?"
Jane smirked, "Do you young guys also like reading those domineering CEO stories?"
Lester sheepishly touched his nose.
"Jane, did that driver refuse to give us a ride?" The other team members came over, puzzled.
Jane nodded.
"Ugh!" The others looked disappointed.
After a while, a staff member hurried over, looking anxious. "Jane, Mira has a fever."
The temperature difference between day and night in the desert was significant. After standing outside for so long, anyone with a slightly weaker constitution could easily get sick.
"There are fever reducers in the car. Give her some first," Jane said seriously. "Don't worry, we'll get to the city soon."
She looked at the team members. Most of them were around her age, both men and women, and had grown up pampered. If it weren't for her wanting to take on this documentary project, they wouldn't have to suffer here.
Jane closed her eyes tightly, thought for a few seconds, and quickly made a decision.
She dialed a number that wasn't saved in her phone, but the digits were etched into her memory.
"Hello," Anthony answered quickly.
His voice was deep and steady, with a cold hardness that matched his personality.
Jane licked her lips. "Anthony, how far have you gone? Could you come back and pick us up?"
"Okay," he replied.
Six or seven miles away, the off-road vehicle and two mid-sized vans were parked by the roadside.
Anthony hung up the phone.
Clint, who had just returned on a mountain bike, asked, "Mr. Clark, was that Ms. Watkins?"
Anthony said, "Yes."
"Then let's go," Clint sighed in relief. He had been worried that if Jane hadn't contacted them, their efforts would have been in vain.
Clint arranged the truck loaded with wood with the purpose of ensuring Jane and her team's safety while damaging their car, forcing Jane to seek help from others.
The "others" were them.
Jane probably never imagined that Anthony orchestrated this whole thing.
Anthony was indeed ruthless.
He estimated the time and then instructed everyone to head back.
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