Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed



She'd also heard that the top brass from headquarters were on-site, orchestrating the search and rescue themselves.

On her way back, she overheard two staff members whispering about higher-ups demanding accountability, with serious consequences hanging over their heads. The directive was stark - find the missing person or pack your bags!

What kind of influence? How deep must one's connections run?

Hertha was livid, itching to burst out and yell at those two: What clout? What background? She was just someone her brother had tired of and tossed aside!

Now, with Murray calling, her gut reaction was that it had to do with Roseanne.

"Did you just say Roseanne's missing?! How could she vanish? Where are you right now?" The man straightened up abruptly, nearly shattering his whiskey glass in his grip.

Hertha was baffled, "... You didn't call about Roseanne?"

Murray's eyes were blazing as he enunciated every word, "Answer me! Why is Roseanne missing?! Where did she go missing? Where are you now?" Startled, Hertha replied, "I—I just heard the announcement. Roseanne's gone missing in the greenhouse's tropical zone. The whole facility is..." Before she could finish, the line went dead.

Cliff, engrossed in doubling his bets to include two cars and two houses, felt a breeze as someone dashed past. Turning around, he was astonished, "Wait, was that Murray? Running faster than a scared rabbit. What's going on?"

...

In the pitch-dark woods—

Roseanne, with an injured foot, could only wait for rescue.

After the rain ceased, the silence of the night seemed to amplify every sound. Droplets trickling off leaves and plopping into puddles, nocturnal birds and insects sporadically breaking the silence...

Every tiny sound was magnified by the still night. Luckily, Roseanne was calm and clear-headed—

Firstly, she knew there were no large predators in the greenhouse, so there was no fear of attack.

Secondly, the area was regularly

pests, meaning if there

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non-venomous.

Most importantly, she was lost in a man-made botanical garden, not the wild wilderness.

The only discomfort was her

rain-soaked clothes clinging to her body, but thankfully, the area was temperature-controlled to mimic a tropical climate, keeping it relatively warm.

Having taken shelter between two rocks in a tight space during the rain, Roseanne was now ready to find a more comfortable spot to stretch out as

the rain had stopped and her strength was returning.

Just as she was about to move, she froze at the sound of approaching footsteps-

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Footsteps!

Could it be the rescue team?!

She instinctively held her breath, straining her ears to pinpoint the direction of the sound. Northeast, not too far!

Just as she was about to call out, an unexpected voice rang out—

"Roseanne! Roseanne! Can you hear me? If you can, answer me!"

That voice...