The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon! novel Chapter 989

Chapter 989: Chapter 989: Dearest Ones

"Are you saying the trouble lies with the panda named Freya? It has a dire fate?"

Hill was somewhat incredulous upon hearing Scarlett Jennings’ response.

What does the dire fate of that panda have to do with Old Yang??

Scarlett Jennings, noticing his lack of understanding, simply said,

"The passing of a loved one is a calamity in itself."

This kind of calamity doesn’t harm the body, but the heart.

Hill fell silent at the words "loved one."

He recalled Old Yang’s incessant chatter about that panda in recent days.

He remembered how Old Yang called Freya with affection and a smile.

And, occasionally when looking at Hill, Old Yang seemed to gaze at another panda through him, with eyes full of fondness.

Hill always prided himself as a national treasure, feeling everyone adored him, but never considered that humans could truly regard a panda as a loved one.

To his mind, people liked pandas because they were rare and cute, much like how they liked kittens and puppies.

But it turned out... they could be regarded as family too.

"Does this mean, as long as we help the panda named Freya get through its dire fate, Old Yang will be fine?"

Hill’s voice was soft, but there was an unusual seriousness in his tone.

Scarlett Jennings nodded, responding after a while,

"Yes."

Hill heard this and immediately laughed.

"Oh! I thought it was a big deal, but it’s just this!"

It’s just another panda, he’ll save it!

After all, he had received Old Yang’s care for four days, so he’d help rescue Freya in return.

That would settle the score.

Scarlett Jennings, understanding his intention, asked,

"How do you plan to help it?"

Not to mention that Freya had been sent into the mountains for wilderness training, just finding it would take effort, and even if they found it, the Panda Base might not be willing to recall the panda on a whim.

Even for the Master, interfering with the base’s regulations wasn’t allowed.

But Hill wasn’t thinking that far ahead,

"First, find it."

Hill said,

"I’m a Panda Demon, so it’s easy to find the scent of another panda in the mountains."

Once he found it, he’d watch over Freya, so long as nothing happened to it, Old Yang would be fine.

Hill thought this plan was quite good.

So he acted immediately, breaking out and heading into the mountains alone.

By the time Old Yang noticed the missing phone and came searching, he found the door locks to Hill’s room intact, yet there was no sign of the panda inside.

Hill reached the base of the mountain, transformed into his panda form, and began sprinting through the forest.

Hill had grown up with family care and had rarely roamed the mountains alone, but pandas are innately adapted to the forest, a place his nature could easily handle.

The chubby black and white figure moved quickly through the forest, occasionally pausing to sniff the air, then darting off again.

Within half a day, Hill followed the trail to a bamboo grove deep in the mountains, finding a large panda clinging to the top of a tree.

He immediately clamped onto the tree and swiftly climbed to the top.

The tree-dwelling panda had detected his presence as he approached, watching him warily while clutching the tree.

Hill raised his head and made small, soft sounds, asking it,

"Are you Freya?"

Upon hearing the familiar name, Freya’s ears twitched, and she relaxed slightly, leaning her head toward him and making a sound in response.

It was an acknowledgment.

Having found the right panda, Hill immediately continued in a gentle tone,

"Great, Freya, from now on, you are my little brother. Wherever I go, you follow!"

With him protecting her, he’d see who or what could take the panda from his grasp!

Hill felt confident in his plan.

However, after mingling in the mountains with Freya for just half a day, he began to tire.

Without time to think further, Hill bit Freya’s neck and began dragging her away.

If a flood was coming, he had to quickly get this silly panda to safety.

Hill led Freya at a fast pace through the mountain.

The rain poured harder, and thunderclaps resounded intermittently.

Frightened, Freya clung to a tree and refused to move.

Hill had to shout at her.

If they didn’t move, the flood would soon reach them.

Freya, feeling vulnerable under his scolding, stumbled and followed him as best she could.

Both pandas were soaked to the skin.

Hill felt wronged, too, as he had never endured such hardship in his life.

But knowing that if something happened to this panda, Old Yang would be in trouble as well, he continued leading Freya through the rain.

When she couldn’t keep up, he imparted some demonic power to her.

The two pandas sprinted quickly, but they were surrounded by mountains, and the rain kept pouring, obfuscating the senses. Hill only heard the rumbling sound nearby.

Soon after, a flow of muddy water rolled down from a distance, and it showed signs of increasing.

There was no longer time to descend the mountain.

Hill quickly led Freya up a large tree.

Then, unleashing his demonic power, he broke several large trees to block the flow of the mudslide and created a protective Barrier around Freya.

He looked at the trembling Freya within the Barrier, his chubby face displaying unprecedented determination,

"Don’t be afraid, I will definitely protect you."

He resolved that nothing would happen to her.

As he entertained this thought, hearing the escalating churn of the mudflow, his heart tensed with regret for not having trained better before.

Just then, through the torrential rain, he heard a sound... a dragon’s roar.

Hill abruptly looked up to find a massive Silver Dragon dashing through the sky-shrouding rain.

Noticing his presence, the Silver Dragon dove down, swiftly approaching them.