Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 283

Gradually, they could not find any traces.

They searched for a long time, going deeper and deeper into the mountains and forests, and gradually losing their way.

When they got so tired, they sat on the ground, ate some food, drank some water, and rest for a while.

"Blindly looking down won't work, we've been searching for a few hours. Not a clue, we will be much more efficient if we all split up." Luther tilted his head to drink a bottle of mineral water, he proposed. "But, how can your safety be guaranteed if we look for them separately, President?" Christ hesitated. Luther's safety was also their first priority.

"Don't worry about me, I have my gun with me. We'll go looking in three directions, and once anyone has found something, feel free to contact them by satellite phone. The rest of us will catch up. That's an order!" Luther instructed in a gruff voice.

"Yes, President," Tim and Christ responded.

Luther insisted on going it alone and they had to comply.

After a few moments of rest, the three men moved separately, removing a road that was clearly up the mountain, the remaining three directions, the three men split up to find.

Luther walked in the mountains, he searched along the way, thinking, with Joyce's superior intelligence, in this labyrinth of the sea of woods, how she would choose? She wanted to go down the mountain, that's for sure.

She shouldn't be going blindly all the time.

Would she, first of all, look for a water source? Thinking of this, he quickly unfolded the map and found a small stream near the map.

Perhaps he should try checking the direction of the creek first.

With a clear direction in mind, he walked much faster.

Soon, he found the creek marked on the map. It was a mountain stream, trickling and gurgling.

He looked around and didn't see Joyce and was inevitably a little disappointed.

At this time, the setting sun, hanging in the sky, painted half of the sky blood red.

He raised his hand to look at his watch. It was getting late, and once it was dark, the search for Joyce would be much more difficult.

He was running out of time.

He followed the creek all the way down, aimlessly, and his heart was sanking with the sunk by the minute.

He felt both anxiety and disappointment, and it had become more and more of a torment along the way.

Joyce, where the hell are you?

The afterglow of the sunset was spilling down, and he suddenly felt an unusual golden light swaying in front of him, like the light refracted from metal.

He stopped and searched around.

Finally, his eyes rested on the edge of the stream, on the branch of a small tree.

With the wind rising up and the afterglow reflecting, "Wheel of Fortune" spun freely in the wind, reflecting and shining with a golden light.

His throat suddenly tightened. He was so nervous that he found himself unable to control his own heartbeat. He took a few steps forward, reaching out his hand, and the familiar "Wheel of Fortune" lay quietly in his hand.

Sure enough it's Joyce's necklace. She's alive, she was really here!

He was ecstatic.

At the same time, he noticed that there was a smoking rising a short distance to the left.

Who was it? Making a fire for help? Could it be Joyce?

He hurriedly dialed the satellite phone and sent the current location to Karl, "Locate direction 215, someone is building a fire for help."

"Okay, will be right on our way."

At this moment Karl has already entered the mountains with a large number of people, but he was still far away from the location sent by Luther, and it took time to arrive.

Luther hung up the phone and contacted Christ and Tim, and then ran in the direction of the smoke.

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