Female Novel
Chapter 388
Although it was still dark outside, the wind and snow gradually stopped.
They held hope when they heard the car noise coming from outside of the hotel. "Thank god, the
rescue team is finally here."
The binoculars were placed in the suite on the upper floor. However, there were no joyful looks on
Charles and the others' faces when they came down.
Christina walked quickly towards them. "Didn't you see the car?"
Charles stood in the middle of the lobby on the first floor and looked at the anxious crowd around him.
He raised his head and said loudly, trying to let everyone hear his voice.
"There are three cars parked in the area to the west side of the mountain."
"But they're too far away. The headlights aren't bright enough, and the binoculars can't see that far. I
recognized the hotel logo on the cars."
In other words, the cars were not from the rescue team.
Charles was calm, and he added, "I think they are the repairing cars we sent but got lost later."
Everyone looked disappointed.
Everyone was talking at the same time. Only pieces of conversations could be picked up, "They're not
here to save us."
"No one will come. The furniture is burned out. Without food, we will die here soon." The desperate
voices rose again.
"Everyone, be quiet!"
Charles felt annoyed. He rushed over and pushed a copper knight beside him to the ground. After
hearing the sound, everyone stopped complaining.
The room became quiet. No one was making a sound.
Charles looked at the crowd with burning eyes and talked to them, "I do have two good news."
"Although the cars we found are not from the rescue team, it is not a piece of bad news either. The
hotel repair team has a satellite phone. I can use the satellite phone to ask my friend for help. My friend
has connections with the military, and we will be rescued soon."
"Secondly, the wind and snow had slowed down a bit. The weather is not as terrible as we thought, and
it will get better soon."
Charles was trying to cheer them up, so he only told them about the bright side.
At least they won't be too desperate.
Christina pulled Charles to the corner and whispered to him using the language others couldn't
understand, "Is there anything wrong?"
"The snowstorm did slow down, and the repair team also had a satellite phone, but," Charles lowered
his voice, "It's strange that all three cars were parked with their lights on, but they didn't move."
"We thought that now the storm has stopped, we could go out to them."
Charles and the others were discussing who should go out and how to do it.
"We can't go on foot. It's too slow."
Someone suggested, "Without a car, the easiest way to go down the hill is to use a skateboard."
"It's too dangerous at night."
"We still have a few high-power torches to light up the road. We can pick the ones who can ski. There's
nothing else we can do now. I think those cars were parked there because they were in an accident.
We can't all wait here to die. We have to go to look for the satellite phone."
Christina listened to their discussion. She thought for a while and took a step forward. "I can go."
Before she could finish her sentence, Charles immediately pushed her behind him. "I'll go."
Christina looked at him and said. "I'm better at skiing."
Charles looked at her seriously and said, "No."
"Why?"
Charles became very agitated and shouted, "I said no."novelbin
"I brought you here. What should I tell Patrick if anything happens to you?"
Christina pursed her lips and stopped arguing with him.
The people in front of them turned around to see what had happened. They didn't say anything
because they couldn't understand their language. However, they've witnessed Christina's excellent
skiing skills.
"Are you going to ski down the mountain now?" She looked at Charles and the others worriedly.
Chandler walked over and patted Christina on the shoulder. "The cars are parked on the hillside. Plus,
the west side of the mountain is not that steep. Now that the wind has stopped as well. Although it is
night, we can go slowly and bring the flashlight. If it goes well, we can locate them in an hour and..."
"We can leave soon as long as we find a satellite phone and get in contact with Patrick."
Crystal saw them were discussing something, and she came nervously with Geoffrey in her arms.
"Chandler, Are you going with them? With your skill?"
She was telling the truth. Among all the tourists, Christina and a few others were the best. Chandler
was at most an intermediate player.
Charles was a little annoyed. "We've asked them. They don't want to risk their lives."
They were the kind that was very wealthy but was not willing to help at risk.
At this moment, the photographer, who had been directing the tourists, also walked over. The tall and
skinny man listened quietly to their conversation but did not speak.
Christina checked out the photographer a few more times. No one knew how good the photographer
was at skiing. He did nothing other than take photos with his camera when he arrived at the hotel. He
didn't seem interested in skiing.
He was not interested in skiing, but he chose here for a vacation. Christina had a feeling that he was
not only a photographer. He looked very professional in treating the old man with stroke just now. He
also had a unique vibe.
Just as Christina was thinking, Charles and the others had made a decision.
"Stop wasting time. We'll be doomed if the snowstorm comes back later. Although Chandler's not that
good at skiing, he knows how to repair machinery. The cars below probably had some problems and
couldn't restart. The west side of the mountain is not as steep as its east side. We'll be fine."
They started packing their tools after saying that. They put on their winter jackets, opened the hotel
door, and strode out.
Before Charles left, he seemed a little worried and turned to talk to Christina.
"Be sure to stay at the hotel, and don't go anywhere."
Christina replied, "I know. I'll take care of Crystal and the others."
Crystal held Geoffrey in her arms. Geoffrey waved at his father and shouted at the top of her voice,
"Dad, come back soon."
Charles did not dare to waste any time. He couldn't waste time being emotional at such an urgent
moment.
Charles and the others slid down the mountain in a row, and the hotel door slammed shut behind them.
The people in the room dispersed and returned to their original positions.
At this time, all they could do was wait for Charles and the others to bring them the good news.
Christina led Geoffrey back to their original position. The photographer glanced at them with a strange
look when they passed by him. His thin lips curved too.
She turned around vigilantly and saw that the photographer had turned around and strode away as if
what happened was her illusion.
Christina lowered her head to pack her things. She had brought down some comforters, lighters, and a
cooking knife from the suite. It was a six-inch-long steel knife. The steel was of good quality, and the
blade was very sharp.
She hid the lighter in her pocket and the steel knife at her waist.