The Sweet Rival (Mango Shen and Nathaniel Ye)

Chapter 468

Mango quickly clicked on the message notification and she smiled.

She didn't know what Nathaniel would reply, but he should be missing her as well, right?

As the thought crossed her mind, Mango quickly opened the notification only to find that it was Walter who replied to her.

"Baby, I miss you too. Does this mean our hearts are connected?"

Disappointment etched itself into Mango's face, but she still replied, "Unfortunately the one I miss isn't you."

"Ouch, you hurt my heart."

Walter looked at the reply on his phone and he felt unbearably depressed.

On the other hand, Mango replied to the comment with a smile as she didn't really feel like talking.

The person she wanted to hear from the most did not reply, and the person who did wasn't the one she wanted. Honestly, it seemed rather mean of her.

Mango got up to use the bathroom. Then, she turned off the phone before laying down once more.

Since Nathaniel wasn't there, she might as well go to bed.

Maybe she could see Nathaniel in her dreams.

They'd been separated for a total of six days so far!

Nathaniel would be home in another two days.

Mango had no idea how she would make it through the next two days.

After that, Mango tossed and turned but she just couldn't fall asleep. Thus, she had no choice but to pull the quilt over herself and force herself to sleep.

Meanwhile, Walter looked at his phone as he wondered how to make Mango less averse to him. Alas, the more he cared about her response, the less he could find an appropriate reply.

He waited for Mango's reply but failed to receive any after a long time.

Then, Walter checked the time and he realized that Mango must be asleep.

A smile broke out across his face when he gazed at Mango's selfies.

Next, he carefully saved them to his phone as if they were the most important things in his life.

All was quiet in the middle of the night.

Meanwhile, Walter left the hotel in dark clothing.

He deliberately left through the back door and he looked around. When Walter made sure that no one was following him, he got onto a car before heading to a hilltop five miles away.

A private plane had been prepared for him here.

Due to the secretive nature of this task, Walter did not bring anyone with him and he flew the plane out of the city.

Not long after he left, a few men living in the presidential suite in Walter's hotel tapped a few keys on their computer. Then, they told Merle, "Sir, Mr. Song has left the city. We've already installed the radar and we're scanning for his location. The tracking device we placed in Mr. Song's tie is also active."

"Got it. Remember, don't do anything to Walter's phone, as Zion has control over that. It would be bad if Zion ever found out about what we're doing."

"Yes, sir!"

Everything was going according to plan on their side.

On the other hand, Walter had no idea that he was being followed as he flew the plane towards the unknown area Zion had pointed him to.

Meanwhile, Zion was also monitoring his journey. However, there seemed to be something odd with the signal.

"Uncle Song, have you interacted with anyone inside the hotel?"

Zion's words puzzled Walter.

"I haven't seen anyone except the cleaners who came up to clean the room. Why?"

"It's very strange. I keep feeling like something is interfering with your cell signal. Perhaps there might be another surveillance system aboard your aircraft."

Zion muttered to himself in a confused tone.

Walter's brow furrowed after he heard Zion's words. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"Are you saying that someone's been watching me?"

"I don't know, I can't seem to find out who it is. He must be really good at this."

Zion rarely ever admitted that anyone was better than him, and he'd only ever lost to Nathaniel back then. So, who could it be this time?

However, Walter remained cautious and he replied, "I have an idea, but you'll have to wait for me to contact you."

"What's your plan?"

As soon as Zion asked, he spotted Walter's plane taking a nosedive.

"Uncle Song!"

Zion's heart suddenly clenched in fear.

A vast sea stretched out below the plane!

However, Walter remained silent as he flew the plane into the ocean.

After the plane hit the water, it started to sink immediately.

With his superior aquatic skills, Walter immediately opened the escape hatch and he fled the aircraft.

On the other hand, Merle's men lost all signal immediately.

"Captain Malthus, we've lost the signal. It seems like Mr. Song has ditched the aircraft."

"Ditched the aircraft?"

Merle was a little puzzled.

Walter was an excellent pilot. How could he have randomly ditched the aircraft?

The only possible explanation was that they had been exposed.

"D*mn it! It seems that we can't track him any longer."

Merle was extremely dissatisfied, but there was nothing else he could do.

Even if they picked up the signal again, there was no way they could find Walter again.

Before he ditched in the ocean, Walter tweaked his phone to make sure that it wouldn't be compromised.

After Walter made it ashore, he was freezing. Hence, he quickly managed to get into one of his family's branch offices to sort himself out before flying another plane out of the country. This time, Walter put his phone in flight mode and he even changed the number to his other phone.

This way, even Zion would have a hard time finding him, let alone Merle.

Fortunately, he still had the map that Zion gave him.

Right now, Walter was truly flying on his own.

Following the map that Zion had provided him, he flew for most of the night before he arrived at the point marked on the map.

However, Walter was a little discouraged upon seeing the deserted island. Furthermore, the island was armed to the teeth with guards.

Walter hated Zion very much for not telling him about the whole situation.

Would he even be able to enter the island on his own?

Was this some sort of practical joke?

Alas, Walter could not land, lest being discovered. He could fly overhead before landing somewhere remote.

After he disembarked, Walter had no idea what to do next.

Zion only gave him a map, but no one knew what was going on inside the compound.

Mango's selfie appeared on his phone screen as he was about to call Zion.

Earlier, he had set her selfies as his lock screen.

As Walter gazed upon Mango's forlorn expression, he became upset once again.

As long as Walter could make her happy, he was willing to do anything for her.

It was just a random deserted island, right?

It wasn't like he'd never trespassed on hostile territory before.

A spark of confidence appeared in Walter's mind as bethought of this.

Relying on his military experience, Walter slowly dived into the ocean and he chose a more isolated place to come ashore. However, he decided to duck back down into the watery depths when he heard footsteps approaching.

The weather was extremely cold, and it nearly froze Walter solid. However, he heard two men walk over.

They unbuckled their belts to urinate into the sea.

What they didn't know was that Walter was directly below them!

Waves of heat splashed right onto his head.

At that moment, Walter nearly went berserk with rage.

He had never been treated like this ever in his entire life!

Hence, Walter really wanted to jump out and knock the two men out.

At that moment, one of the men started to speak.

"Hey, who do you think is the guy in our special holding area? Is he one of us?"

"Who knows? He's been here for a few days, but he's never once stepped out of the facility. I heard that he was someone Mr. Soo marked as a priority, and Evan has been charged with handling his accommodation and food. I heard that no one is allowed near him. Furthermore, I've been hearing earsplitting screams coming from there in the middle of the night. I have no idea whether it's a serious felon coming here for punishment."

The other man shivered before replying, "I heard that his blood needs to be drawn every day. That's rather cruel, isn't it? God knows what he's done."

"Let's not talk about this, I'm afraid we'd lose our jobs if anyone overhears. That's enough, let's just pretend we don't know anything. The less we know, the better."

The first man who spoke quickly pulled up his pants and he shivered from the cold.

"Look at this damned weather, always shifting from burning hot to freezing cold. I heard that some people on base have already come down with a cold."

"Right? The temperature fluctuations here are huge. Let's hurry back, we still need to patrol. We might catch a cold standing out here in the wind."

Then, both of them left the area quickly.

Walter frowned deeply, and his body was nearly frozen stiff. However, what the men talked about raised his suspicions.

Could they have been talking about Nathaniel?

Did Mr. Soo arrange for him to be here?

Who was Mr. Soo?

Others may not know who he was, but of course, Walter recognized the name!

That was Noah!

Noah had relations with the Special Operations Branch, and he heard that Noah shared a good relationship with the commander of the branch. Hence, could this be an important black site for Santell Capital?

Why did Noah bring Nathaniel here?

Walter was full of questions he didn't have any answers to.

He quickly came ashore and then changed into fresh clothes when the coast was clear. Only then did he feel warmer.

Blasted weather!

If it weren't for Mango and Zion, he would never come here to suffer like this.

Walter cursed wildly in his heart as he quickly made his way towards the camp.

He had no idea where Nathaniel was, and he could rely on blind luck to search for him. However, the infrared security systems here were solid, and Walter had nearly run into them a couple of

times.

Cold sweat broke out on Walter's forehead out of fear.

Suddenly, a group of people started walking in his direction.

Walter hid in a hurry and he heaved a sigh of relief after they passed him.

The terrain here was far too complicated, and he wondered if his brain had malfunctioned earlier. Why did he promise Zion that he would search for his father here?

Even if Nathaniel was here, it would be nigh impossible to find him.

All of a sudden, Walter felt as if he'd underestimated the whole situation.

At this point, what was he supposed to do?

Just as Walter was scrambling for his next step, a shrill scream pierced the air.

"Aghhhhh!"

The scream was loud enough to be heard all over the base, and it sent chills down everyone's spine.

However, Walter frowned when he heard the familiar voice.

Nathaniel?

That was Nathaniel's voice!

What was happening to him?

Why was he screaming? Was someone torturing Nathaniel?