Ember Sloane was shoved down the snowy mountain by Kaylee Langford during the avalanche at the ski resort. Kaylee had only dislocated her arms and fell in place, while Ember plummeted to the bottom of the mountain.
Ember was stranded in the Aneira Mountains for an entire seven days. She probably would never have been found if it hadn’t been for the branch that pierced her foot, leaving a trail of blood stark against the pure white snow.
Crimson blood spread across the snow, resembling a blooming red flower. Ember leaned weakly against a tree stump, and she was so frail and lifeless that she seemed to be on the verge of dissolving into the snow.
When the security team spotted her, they immediately used their walkie-talkie to notify Atlas Ferguson. “Mr. Ferguson, we’ve found Ms. Sloane!”
Soon, a helicopter descended from the sky. The gust of wind from its blades nearly prevented Ember from opening her eyes. Even so, she caught sight of Atlas at first glance. However, trailing behind him was Kaylee.
Atlas rushed toward her. He unleashed a torrent of abuse upon seeing her staggering figure.
“Why are you always running off and making trouble? I had to mobilize thousands of people to search for you!
“If you’d just stayed where you were, we wouldn’t have spent five or six days looking for you! The security team’s been working around the clock because of you!
“Can’t you go a single day without causing trouble?”
It was November, and the mountain was sealed by snow in the bitter cold of sub-zero temperatures.
Initially, Ember feared getting lost and only dared to stay put. She endured the freezing cold while anxiously waiting for Atlas to rescue her. She thought to herself that Atlas surely wouldn’t leave her here to die.
But as night fell, darkness enveloped everything. Glowing green eyes stared menacingly from the shadows, and the distant roars of unknown beasts echoed all around her.
Terrified, Ember trembled uncontrollably. She clutched onto a torch all night, unable to close her eyes.
As her last bit of food ran out, she was forced to search for wild vegetables and fruits. However, her fingers became raw and numb from digging in the harsh winter, yet she still struggled to find enough to stave off hunger.
One day passed. Then two, then three. The small flicker of hope in Ember’s heart was extinguished, like a candle snuffed out by the relentless wind.
She simply lowered her head in silence as she listened to Atlas’ reprimands, too exhausted to respond.
Atlas always found her annoying—too noisy, too unreasonable, or too manipulative. No matter the situation, no matter how much she explained, his response was always the same.
“Are you making things up again? What kind of tricks are you trying to pull this time?”
That was why she no longer wanted to argue with him. She’d just let whatever he said to be it.
A bodyguard nearby sneezed from the wind and muttered quietly, “Wolves are common in these mountains. If she’d stayed put, she’d probably be a pile of bones by now.”
“Oh?” Kaylee covered her mouth in feigned surprise. “Ember, is this your friend?”
The bodyguard was caught off guard by the question, and he shook his head in confusion. “No, I don’t know her.”
It was his first day on the job. He hadn’t even memorized all his coworkers’ names yet, let alone know Ember.
Kaylee gave a knowing smile. “I see. You seemed to care about her so much, so I thought you knew each other.
“Or maybe it’s just Ember’s charm—All the men who see her beautiful face will like her and speak up for her.”
As expected, Atlas’ face darkened instantly. “Ember, you’re about to die, and you’re still flirting with men so casually?”
He then turned to the bodyguard who had spoken and said coldly, “You. Don’t bother coming back to work. And let me make one thing clear: I’m your boss. If anyone else doesn’t know their place, you can all leave as well!”
Upon hearing this, everyone stepped back cautiously as they were terrified of losing their jobs.
