Chapter 499: Chapter 499

Dylan Dawson was full of energy, still in the mood to take in the surrounding scenery.

"Are you okay? I think we should head back. It’s just three hours to return, but if we keep going, we won’t arrive until tomorrow evening."

From departure till now, he had said this more than once, but Eleanor Hollis never paid him any heed.

Dylan Dawson puckered his lips, noticed her foot was injured, and bent down to check it.

But Eleanor quickly moved her leg away, always feeling strange about having another man check her leg.

Dylan sensed her rejection and didn’t press further, instead helping her sit nearby.

Eleanor nodded, ready to take a bite of something nearby when she heard a sound from the sky.

She looked up and saw a helicopter right overhead.

Inexplicably, she felt it must be Hugo Quinn.

But Hugo didn’t notice the people below; where Eleanor and Dylan were was a forest, seen from above, it was just a sea of lush trees.

Also, all paths were narrow trails, not wide enough for Hugo in the helicopter to see anyone below.

Traveling from the village to the town, it was almost all forest along the way, Hugo was searching anxiously because he couldn’t see the ground.

Eleanor’s leg suddenly stopped hurting, and she ran in the direction of the helicopter, forgetting to bring her food.

Dylan packed up the things from behind and followed her, feeling a sense of loss seeing her so eager.

Eleanor kept her head tilted back, dreading losing sight of the helicopter.

She shouted, knowing they couldn’t hear her from the helicopter, but that’s exactly what she wanted to do at the moment.

The name she thought of day and night, he had finally come to find her.

Perhaps with a telepathic sense, Hugo didn’t leave the area, continually hovering above.

Eleanor found an open spot, took out matches, and ignited a pile of dry grass.

Luckily, she had come prepared when she left.

Hugo quickly noticed the smoke, telling Lan Yancy to steer the helicopter in that direction.

In one glance, he saw the person waving below.

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Hugo was so excited, he had already stood at the edge of the door.

Lan Yancy was genuinely afraid the man might fall from the sky.

Luckily, where Eleanor was was open, allowing the helicopter to land.

She waved her hand, watching the helicopter gradually move closer, her eyes growing warm.

Soon, the helicopter landed not far from her, and Hugo jumped out in an instant.

When he’s excited, he likes calling her by her full name.

Eleanor nodded, ran wildly over, and threw herself into his arms.

"You scared me to death."

Hugo rasped, looking up to see Dylan holding a bag, standing not far away, their eyes meeting, while Lan Yancy had already pulled out a gun.

Dylan raised an eyebrow, his lips curving coldly.

"Why are you with him?"

Hugo was displeased, remembering how the villagers thought Dylan was Eleanor’s husband, and his heart sank further.

"This can’t be explained in a moment."

Eleanor frowned; she didn’t particularly want to kill Dylan now. Although their time together was brief, Dylan always gave off a reborn impression.

Dylan didn’t waste words, carrying the bag, turned into the nearby forest, seemingly intending not to leave by helicopter.

Eleanor stuck out her tongue, knowing the man probably wanted to walk to the town himself; strangely, a pang of guilt hit her, considering Dylan came here because of her.

"Let’s not worry about him. Even if you drop this man in some forsaken place in Africa, he’ll be fine."

Hugo bent down, swept her up in his arms, and boarded the helicopter.

"Will he really be okay?"

Eleanor was a bit doubtful; the man was in a strange land, and with his nature, would he really ask others for a phone?

Dylan hid behind a tree, watching Eleanor and Hugo leave, a flicker in his eyes.

Half an hour after they left, someone came to pick him up.

Actually, someone in the village had a phone, but at the time, Dylan didn’t tell Eleanor this, all to spend a few more days with her there.

The last time he kidnapped Eleanor, he’d used all his power, people who had been with him for two or three years, but ended up betraying him for the Dawson Family’s benefits.

Dylan boarded the helicopter, leaning against the side, lightly dozing.

He must leave Z Country, or else if he goes back, he’ll be caught by his superiors.

He plans to go back to his base, lie low, and deal with those who are disloyal.

Beside him was the bag Eleanor had prepared; he didn’t throw it away when boarding, instinctively keeping it by his side.

At this moment, Eleanor had already fallen asleep; these days had really exhausted her.

Hugo held her tightly, like he was holding a lost-and-found treasure.

The helicopter soon landed in Serenford; he didn’t want to handle Grandeur’s affairs but stayed next to Eleanor, relieved to hear from the doctor that she was just overly tired and needed rest.

"President, the Dawson Family is making bigger moves and has already released those design blueprints. We can’t use them, or it’ll be plagiarism."

Lan Yancy was a bit worried; every year, the new jewelry designs launched nearly lead the trends in the jewelry world. If no new designs come out this year, they would surely face industry ridicule.

This time, the Dawson Family released so many new designs at once; those who previously partnered with Grandeur now seem a bit restless.

"Hmm, get a good legal team and sue them; I’ve already patented those design blueprints."

Hugo was unhurried, even leisurely leaned down to pinch Eleanor’s face.

Lan Yancy stiffened; the president had only seen those blueprints before, when did he apply for patents, how come he didn’t know?

"President, is this true?"

If the patents were applied, then surely before the Dawson Family released those designs, the plagiarism would naturally be the Dawson Family.

"When have I ever deceived you?"

Hugo’s voice was nonchalant, giving Lan Yancy more confidence.

He immediately raised his head, almost ready to go fight it out with the Dawson Family.

"Don’t worry, President, I’ll contact the lawyers right away."

Lan Yancy’s steps were light, his eyes filled with smiles.

No wonder last time when he reported the Dawson Family’s design theft to the President, there was no concern; it’s because he was waiting for the Dawson Family to release the designs.

No one in the industry dares to sue Grandeur; behind Grandeur is a perfect legal team.