Page 63 of Vicious Tycoon


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My mouth dropped open.

“I’m kidding.”

“Well, now I’m questioning your motives. How much farther?”

“Not much.”

“You keep saying that.”

“You keep asking.”

“Are we close?”

“We’re getting closer.”

He glided down with precision as if he remembered every step he needed to take by memory, and it wasn’t the first time he did this. Where to grab and what to hold was effortless for him. I knew he loved hiking, but seeing him do it was an entirely different experience.

Especially after all these years.

“And we have to climb again?”

“Yes, that’s the way it works.”

“What if I don’t make it? My legs already feel like they’re going to give out on me.”

“We’ll take a long break when we get down there.”

“How are you carrying that heavy-ass backpack and still not breaking a sweat?”

We were lucky that we found some luggage of ours and others. Samuel had built us a makeshift tent the past few nights, and so far, we were relatively safe.

You know, except for the part where we almost died in a plane crash.

“I’m used to it,” he replied.

“Are you even tired?”

“Compared to all my hikes, this one isn’t that bad.”

“Are you just saying that to make me feel better?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?”

“Yes.You. How many steps do you think we’ve taken?”

“Thousands.”

“How do you know?”

“I needed the distraction from your constant badgering.”

“Samuel!” The pitch in my tone had me losing my footing. “Shit!” I stepped in the wrong patch and started sliding down the mountain. “Sam!”

He grabbed my hand at the last second. “I got you.”

I frantically glanced up at him, and he was hanging onto what appeared to be a tree branch.

“Oh god…”

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