Chapter: 1893

The mountain road lacked streetlights, plunging the entire viewing platform into instant darkness, save for the faint glow emanating from the tent.

Rachel walked towards Dewey.

"Miss Bennet, let's go inside. The hotpot is ready." Dewey's face displayed an involuntary smile, a departure from his usual serious demeanor.

This only heightened her sense of unease.

"Dewey, does your boss plan to stay overnight here?" Failing to obtain an answer from Alberto, she opted for a different approach.