Chapter 156: Chapter 156

"Why haven’t we gone in yet?" A charming female voice came from not far away. Sylvia Lawson, now dressed in a light purple casual outfit, was strolling over. She stopped in front of Quinn Lockwood, looking down at her condescendingly.

"What are you up to?"

Quinn Lockwood glanced up at her but had no intention of engaging. Not seeing Ethan around, she stood up, frowned slightly, and said indifferently, "Haven’t you seen someone pulling radishes before?"

"Pulling radishes? Of course I haven’t seen it. I’m not some country bumpkin who would have." Seeing Quinn looking dusty and disheveled, Sylvia Lawson quickly took a few steps back, worried about getting her new clothes dirty.

Quinn couldn’t stand Sylvia’s self-proclaimed sophistication and elegance. With a cold scoff in her heart, she bent down to continue pulling radishes, casually asking, "Where’s your... partner?"

Sylvia rolled her eyes disdainfully, while fiddling with her nails. "Who knows? He wandered off with the crew’s camera, and I lost track of him."

With that, she glanced at Quinn disdainfully and quickly moved to a clearing. "I’m not feeling well, so it’s not suitable for me to do this kind of work. I’ll leave it to you, Savannah."

Quinn couldn’t be bothered with her, not expecting Sylvia to be of any use anyway. Ethan, on the other hand, never seemed to forget filming, and if he were here, the radishes would probably have been pulled up long ago.

Feeling her palms increasingly painful, Quinn didn’t dare remove her gloves to check the wounds. Gritting her teeth, she finally pulled up the last radish, dusting off her clothes nonchalantly.

She strode into the cave, and the younger generation followed her, their eyes shining with admiration.

Mr. Lowell truly exuded boyfriend material vibes. Everyone was utterly infatuated!

The photographers and crew had never seen a celebrity so unbothered about their image, diligently working without fuss about who did more or less. Her sole focus on completing the task won her much favor, with cameras frequently turning towards Quinn.

The cave was very dark, and Quinn used the opportunity to take off her gloves. Noticing her palms were a bit damp and painfully sting, she brought them to her nose and indeed smelled the metallic scent of blood, confirming the wounds had reopened.

The further they went, the darker it became. Quinn groped along the wall to progress, while the newcomers behind were quite afraid, some hesitating to continue.

Quinn seemed to touch something, pressing her eyes close to identify it by touch. It felt like a torch.

Where there’s a torch, there must be flint. With her eyes gleaming, Quinn crouched down to search around, the pain unbearable enough to make her wince. Just when she couldn’t bear it any longer, she found neatly arranged stones on the ground.

With a flint strike, the cave instantly brightened.

Everyone looked at Quinn, holding the torch high, silhouette outlined in a radiant glow, appearing almost divine.

"Come on, hold onto my clothes, I’ll lead the way." Turning back with a slight smile, the firmness in her voice compelled admiration and reliance from within.

"Everyone watch your step, hold on tight, don’t leave anyone behind."

Dylan Quinn took the torch from Quinn’s hand, walking beside her and noting the grip felt damp, assuming the wood had absorbed moisture in the cave.

Sylvia Lawson wouldn’t obediently follow with the youngsters. She jogged a few steps to catch up behind Dylan, daintily clasping his sleeve.

She believed no man could resist a woman’s shy dependence, tugging Dylan’s sleeve, she softly asked, "Dylan, may I follow you? I’m still a bit... scared."

Dylan’s serene eyes lowered slightly, replying softly, "Sure."

"You’re so kind, Dylan." Sylvia’s voice was exceptionally soft, her beautiful face instantly blushing.

Quinn couldn’t help it anymore, feeling her stomach churn slightly, she eagerly swallowed twice.

After a few steps, the chill became evident. In the distance, they spotted a small cold pond, with six ancient bronze keys hanging in the center, which perfectly matched the locks on their boxes.

"Found it!" Quinn patted the hand of the girl behind her, signaling her to let go, and quickly ran to the pond, taking off her shoes to wade in. Orıginal content can be found at novel fire.net

Dylan handed the torch to Sylvia, rushing to follow but unable to stop her in time.

The water wasn’t very deep, reaching roughly Quinn’s lower abdomen. She quickly retrieved the keys, turned to the group, shaking them with a wide grin, her face full of the joy of success.

Sylvia, feeling tired and hungry, huffed disdainfully, "Just a few lousy keys, does she really think she’s something special?"

"Savannah, you’re amazing! You’re our goddess!" Several juniors hurried forward to welcome Quinn, their eyes filled with admiration.

Hearing the compliments directed at Savannah, Sylvia’s face turned from blue to purple with irritation, impatiently urging, "If you’ve found them, let’s hurry up and go. It’s so cold and damp here, it’s unbearable."

"Let’s go." Quinn handed the keys to a junior. Just before getting out of the water, she noticed Dylan’s concerned expression.

"Come, get up here now! You shouldn’t be so impulsive, not even knowing the depth first." Dylan frowned deeply, pulling Quinn up, causing her to cry out.

"Ow, ow, ow!" The cut on her hand had reopened, and Dylan’s grip made it bleed even more. Quinn’s lips quivered slightly in pain.

Dylan’s gaze fell on her almost lacerated palms, his face twisted with concern as he knelt on one knee, gently cradling Quinn in his arms, his hands trembling with tenderness.

He should have noticed earlier; not having protected her was unforgivable!

Feeling Dylan’s tremble and guilt, Quinn swiftly retracted her hand and hid it behind her back, smiling cheerfully at Dylan. "Alright, let’s hurry out. We’re almost done with the task." With that, she looped her arm through Dylan’s, leading everyone out to search for the big box.

Indeed, inside were six tents, although their sizes and styles varied, and they came with several maps of the island.

Just then, an amplified voice came through a speaker, announcing that the first task was complete. Quinn’s group, along with four others, succeeded, while the two groups that failed were tasked with setting up the tents and preparing dinner.