Classic Novel
Being 619
Chapter 619
+25 BONUS
After a quick round of introductions, everyone was thrown into the first challenge. They were to venture into an untouched part of the island, a region chosen specifically by the show.
The production team had set up safe zones and handed out survival wristbands to each participant to ensure their safety.
Debra stared at the smart wristband in her hand and asked Juan, “Do you know how to use this?”
“Designed for adventures, it’s durable and of great quality,” he replied.
“Do you know how to use it?” She repeated, too embarrassed to admit she was clueless when it came to gadgets like these.
Juan pointed to the buttons. “This one’s for an SOS signal. That’s your location tracker. These show directions, and here’s the flashlight.”
She nodded, making mental notes of everything.
At a loss, Megan muttered, “Edward, do you know how to use this?”
“Nope,” he confessed, scratching his head. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g
Megan threw him a frustrated look. “Ugh, you’re useless.”
In contrast, the other two pairs were surprisingly familiar with the equipment. They’d both been in films that required them to use similar survival gear, so they had the upper hand.
The director’s voice boomed from a megaphone. “Next up is your challenge. Each team will head into the undeveloped part of the island for a two–day, one–night treasure hunt. You’ll be tested on your ability to trust and work together in extreme conditions. There’s a mystery box hidden at a location marked on your map. To succeed, you must locate the treasure and take it back safely. Whoever retrieves it first will receive a grand prize from the show.”
He continued, “Remember, your walkie–talkies are your only way of communicating with each other. Don’t ay of communicating with each other. Don’t lose them.”
The live chat erupted with comments.
[A treasure hunt in the wild? Classic. But doing it with your ex? That’s new.]
[If I go on a treasure hunt with my ex, forget the treasure. He wouldn’t make it out alive.]
[They’re really testing these people’s patience. Are they sure no one’s going to try to kill their ex?]
As Debra and Juan made their way toward the entrance of the wilderness, she frowned at the map. Their route was the longest, filled with twists and turns that made her head spin.
Juan smirked, “You’re terrible with directions.”
“You’re not much better,” she shot back, rolling her eyes.
A cameraman followed behind them, capturing every exchange.
On a nearby luxury yacht, Drake watched the unfolding scene through binoculars.
Standing on his side was Peter. “Sir, our men have entered the wilderness.”
“Survival in the wild? I like it,” Drake murmured, a smirk playing on his lips.
He couldn’t wait to see his prey panic and run for their lives.
“You don’t need me to spell out the rest, right?” Drake asked.
“No, sir,” Peter replied, turning to two hulking men behind him. “You two, get in there.”
“Got it.”
“Remember, Mr. Lowe wants them alive.”
Drake chimed in, “Actually, dead works too.”