Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 392

With that thought in mind, the teary-eyed Marilyn got to her feet and ran to Harold's room.

Staring at the empty room, Marilyn called Harold at once, but he had turned off his phone.

The fact that Quintus had returned from Jinrich in defeat on multiple occasions further convinced her that Harold was lying.

Thereafter, Marilyn rushed to Paradise Hotel's headquarters to see Quintus.

Unfortunately, she was informed that he wasn't around, and no one knew where he had gone.

Upon returning home in disappointment, Marilyn entered Harold's room again. Uncontrollable tears trickled down her cheeks as she gently stroked the blanket he had covered himself with the nights before.

“Harold, you have to come back alive. Regardless of whether you have feelings for me or not, I'm forever yours.”

With her face buried in her hands, Marilyn wept in the room.

She felt as if she had been a fool the night before. If he has no feelings for me, why would he rescue me from the Jackson family? He also wouldn't have told all the powerful leaders of Hishwick Island that I'm his woman.

“You're an idiot, Marilyn. Why did you believe him so easily?”


Marilyn began to blame herself.

Meanwhile, when Jeslyn appeared at the room entrance and saw her daughter crying, she assumed that Harold had fled without saying goodbye due to his fear of Jinrich's drug lords.

“Don't cry, Marilyn. A cowardly man like him doesn't deserve your tears!” Jeslyn consoled Marilyn as she hugged the latter's head.

“He's no coward, Mom. He went to rescue Dad and Evelyn!”

All of a sudden, Marilyn got to her feet and corrected her mother loudly.

“All right, all right. I get it.”

When she saw how devastated Marilyn was, Jeslyn didn't dare argue any further. Nonetheless, she thought that her daughter was just refusing to accept the truth.

With that, both mother and daughter comforted each other in the room.

Meanwhile, Harold had ordered Quintus to fly them somewhere near Jinrich in a helicopter.

Jinrich was located in the tropical mountains of South East Aploth at one thousand feet above sea level. Its warm weather and fertile land made it extremely suitable for farming, for crops would be produced in three out of the year's four seasons.

When it was time for harvest, the lands would be covered in a golden hue.

That was how Jinrich got its name based on the local language.

“Land here.”

As Harold had little knowledge of the situation in Jinrich, he got Quintus to drop him off somewhere near before returning to await further instructions.

If they had gotten any closer, they ran the risk of their helicopter being shot down by artillery.

Other than Harold, no one else could survive such a shot. Quintus and the pilot would definitely be killed.

“Yes, Mr. Campbell!”
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