Chapter one hundred and seventy; Getting the job done. The sun had barely broken through the horizon when the ladies were summoned to clean the rooms before the day’s activities began. Morning dew clung to the windows, and a soft chill filled the air, a contrast to the fiery energy simmering inside as the women grumbled about their task. They were expected to clean up before slipping into yoga pants and heading out for their group pallet session, while the men had been assigned the far more pleasant task of fishing. Sinclair, standing tall with her arms crossed, eyed Emily with an expression that could only be described as mildly condescending. The room they were tasked to clean wasn’t particularly messy, but the faint smell of the outdoors had seeped in through the cracks, and scattered clothes from yesterday’s rush lay strewn about. Emily, her youthful energy evident in her bouncing steps, glanced around before meeting Sinclair’s gaze. "You should start with the floors," Sinc

Chapter one hundred and seventy two; He’s so hot The sun hung lazily in the late morning sky, casting a golden sheen across the estate as the men returned from their fishing trip, looking rugged and effortlessly handsome. They moved toward the kitchen area, their catch slung over their shoulders, ready to hand it off so meals could be prepared. The ladies, who had just finished their morning pallet session, turned to watch, eyes drawn to the sight before them.At the front of the group, Chris walked side by side with Rider, their low voices drifting over the sound of footsteps. Chris, with his strong build and relaxed posture, exuded a natural charm that made heads turn, while Rider, tall and lean, seemed equally captivating in a quieter, more mysterious way.Ever since the fishing trip, where Rider had defended Chris from an unexpected challenge with another guy, the two had struck up a comfortable camaraderie. Rider, who had grown up with his grandparents in Asia, had shared bit

Chapter one hundred and seventy three; Officer Connor’s one man’s mission While the rest of the group was deep in the competitive energy of the family games, Connor had slipped away unnoticed. The commotion and the laughter that surrounded the estate provided the perfect cover. Connor had always been skilled at moving in the shadows, staying under the radar when necessary, and today was no different. He had a mission. The estate where they were staying was secluded, situated on the outskirts of the city, which made it easier for Connor to slip into the nearby town without raising suspicion. His goal was simple: to dig deeper into Jeremy Paul's financial dealings and uncover any hidden connections to the notorious bank with which Paul conducted his illegal transactions. Connor had spent days researching Paul's operations, and he knew that Australia was home to one of the key banks connected to Paul's illicit empire. He just needed to find it.He moved quickly through the narrow

Chapter one hundred and seventy six. Hunting teams The group had just begun to relax after the day’s events when the announcement came through. A staff member stepped forward, gathering everyone’s attention with a wide smile.“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the next event of the day: hunting.”There was a murmur of surprise and excitement among the families, but for Chris, it was the perfect opportunity to cover for Connor’s absence. He had spent the last few hours trying to figure out a way to keep things under wraps, but with Connor still missing, time was running out. This hunting activity would give him the chance to maneuver things discreetly.The staff member continued, “This hunt will be family-based, but unlike the earlier games, we’ll be merging families into three larger groups. Each group will be assigned a portion of the nearby enclosed woods. Creatures have been placed within the area for the hunt, and each family’s goal is to capture or tag as many as possible.

Write chapter one hundred and seventy eight; Lost in the woods After that event, things went back to normal, the forest was alive with the sounds of nature, leaves crunching underfoot, branches snapping in the distance as different groups moved through the woods, tracking their prey. Chris had just spotted a deer grazing a few yards away, and after hours of waiting and strategizing with his team, this was the perfect moment to make the catch.Holding his breath, Chris raised his bow, pulling back the string in one smooth, practiced motion. The silence in the woods seemed to thicken around him, every muscle in his body coiled with concentration. He had hunted many times before, but there was something exhilarating about this particular moment, it was both the thrill of the game, the competition, and the knowledge that the hunt was about to conclude.Just as he released the arrow, a sharp sound split the air: the gunpowder signal, echoing through the trees. The deer bolted, but Ch