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Chapter 165

Winnie’s voice, although not loud, cut through the noise, clear for all nearby and live-stream watchers to hear.

The bickering couple stopped dead in their tracks at her words,

Every head in the vicinity. Carter included, swiveled toward her.

No surprise there, the implications in Winnie's statement were loaded,

“You're talking about a dark aura... What kind of aura?” the boyfriend asked, his face a mask of confusion as he turned to Carter. Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, he hastily pulled his girlfriend away from Carter,

The girl, momentarily forgetting their quarrel, clung to her boyfriend’s arm and hid behind him,

At the same time, the viewers on the live stream were more concerned about what Winnie had just mentioned-the dark aura hovering around the owner!

Mervin had mentioned feeling a faint presence of malice earlier, and now he strode up to Winnie, asking. “You're saying this is coming from Carter? How could that be?”

From his perspective, Carter was just an average Joe, someone who wouldn't be touched by dark forces.

Carter was looking rather pale, his gaze fixed on Winnie as he asked, “Ms, Bryant, what exactly are you implying? Are you saying their argument is my fault? How is that possible?”

Carter was aware of the show’s theme for the episode and was genuinely curious too, which was why he had agreed to work with the crew, But he never expected Winnie to pin the blame on him. It felt like a wild accusation.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Now, with everyone including the production crew and guests crowding the mountain path, all eyes were on Winnie, waiting for her to clarify,

Just as she was about to speak, a sharp scream sliced through the mountain air. The sound, laden with terror, seemed to echo off the hills, drawing everyone's gaze in its direction. They saw, not too far away, a figure tumbling down the side of a cliff,

“Ah! Someone just fell down there!” Another woman from the group cried out in alarm. The camera, always following the eyes of the cameraman, caught the moment a shadowy figure fell. The live audience, along with those on-site, all screamed for someone to call 911.

With such an emergency, the discussion about the dark aura was forgotten. If someone had truly fallen, the priority was to rush to their aid and call for emergency services,

The cliff wasn’t far from where they were, and the group, along with the crew, hurried to the Chapter 165 spot.

The trails up Golden Horizon Hills were many, and this particular cliff was near a winding road favored by those who started their hike midway by car.

When Winnie and her entourage reached the bottom of the cliff, local park staff and a few tourists were already gathered around a fallen hiker, clearly there to assess the situation.

As Kane neared, he spotted the color of the injured hiker’s clothing — a familiar hue that caused his heart to flutter, abruptly reminding him of someone he knew.

When the crew got closer, the crowd parted, and the camera got a clear shot of the fallen hiker. Everyone gasped in shock. It was none other than Sara, the woman Winnie had ominously warned about a ‘severe threat’ when they met at the restaurant. As the staff moved to help her, Carter stepped forward, stopping them.

“Don’t move her just yet. A fall like that could mean fractures. We shouldn't reposition her until the paramedics arrive,” he said as he moved closer. “I’ve got first aid training; let me take a look at her.”

Carter was a bit of a local celebrity at Golden Horizon Hills, recognizable to some of the park staff who readily took his advice and stepped back.

Winnie followed Carter closely, and her cameraman was right on her heels, capturing Sara’s condition perfectly.

Thankfully, even though Sara had fallen from a considerable height, her condition wasn’t as grave as everyone had feared. She was a bit roughed up, but completely aware, and she seemed to be in decent spirits.

Upon seeing Winnie, her eyes brightened with desperate hope, her hand clutching something tightly. “Holy smokes! It’s the woman from the restaurant! The severe threat! Winnie was spot-on again!” “Hey, hold on! She’s not dead, just injured!”

“Didn't Winnie give her something to save her life? Why is she still hurt?”

“What if she was really facing death, but because of Winnie’s charm, she only got injured?”

“Does that mean Winnie really saved her life?”

“Where’s her husband? Didn’t they check out of the B&B? Why are they still at Golden Horizon Hills?”

As if to confirm the viewers’ suspicions, Winnie stepped forward and gently patted her hand, speaking soothingly, “You're safe

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Hearing this, Sara burst into tears, her voice hoarse with emotion, “I thought... | was going to die...”

As they waited for the ambulance, a frantic voice approached in haste, “Sara! Sara!”

It was Thorpe, her husband, drenched in sweat, his face etched with fear and urgency, pushing his way through the crowd.

Yet when he saw Sara lying on the ground, clearly awake, a fleeting look of disappointment and frustration crossed his face. But it vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by relief and

concern. “Sara! How are you feeling?” he asked, moving toward her, but before he could get close, Sara shouted in alarm, “Stay back...” She then turned to Winnie, pleading, “Don’t let him near me...”

At her words, all eyes in the room shot towards them, filled with suspicion, understanding, disdain, and even disgust.

Under the weight of everyone’s gaze, Thorpe’s face almost lost its composure, but he managed to steady his emotions, sounding genuinely hurt.

“Sara, what are you doing? Are you blaming me for not catching you earlier? | truly didn’t see it coming. | just slipped, and before | knew it, you were falling. | swear it wasn’t on purpose...”

His earnest and sincere words managed to alleviate some of the doubts harbored by the onlookers. However, the viewers kept their silence, choosing to wait and see how the drama would unfold.

And they were not to be disappointed. With a strained voice?Sara looked at Thorpe, her eyes brimming with disillusionment, “You're lying.”

As she spoke, she slowly opened her clenched hand. To everyone’s astonishment, nestled in her palm was a clump of black ash.