Without a word, Emma stepped out of the car.
"There's no signal here, and your bodyguards couldn't possibly keep up. I lost them miles ago. Emma, I'm giving you one last chance—"
Before Tristan could finish, the loud slam of the car door cut him off.
Emma calmly began walking toward the summit. Tristan stared at her back, slamming his fist against the steering wheel in frustration.
"Let's see how long you can keep up this act."
Tristan gritted his teeth. She was terrified of the wilderness, wasn't she?
Besides, he wasn't asking for much. Just an apology to Gillian. Gillian was so forgiving; maybe after this, the two of them could finally get along.
Tristan couldn't understand why Emma refused to take a single step back.
With a dark look in his eyes, he turned the car around to head down the mountain. As he drove past Emma, he deliberately slowed down, waiting for her to regret her choice.
But even after he rounded the next bend, she hadn't looked back once.
"You're going to cry eventually," he muttered.
Annoyed, Tristan stepped on the gas and sped away.
Emma continued her slow trek up the mountain in her heels.
This winding road was part of the racing circuit. Travis had sent her a map beforehand, mentioning a massive campsite at the summit.
Going back down would take too long, but she could definitely make it to the top.
Meanwhile, back at the resort, Carter sat listening to Uncle Raymond drone on about the company's development, his anxiety growing by the second.
He checked his watch. Hours had already passed.
"Uncle Raymond, I'm worried about Emma being out there alone."



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