The chopper was hovering just above the lake when Rosemary, without a second thought, ordered the cabin door to be opened and jumped out.
Joyce and Mavis were sinking fast, weighed down by rocks.
Rosemary swam with all her might toward the deep, soon spotting the familiar figures of Joyce and Mavis sinking further into the lake.
Both Joyce and Mavis were bound by ropes, their struggle to stay afloat becoming more and more futile as they held their breaths for what seed like an eternity. Would they die here?
Tears sprang to Joyce’s eyes. She had no understanding of how she ended up in such a situation.
Her distress caused her to involuntarily gulp in a mouthful of water. The suffocating feeling overwheld her. She was desperate for help—anyone to save her.
Just when she had given up hope, she felt a tug on her rope. She widened her eyes to see Rosemary!
Rosemary was cutting the rope that bound her to the rock, but the water slowed her movents.
Tears stread down Joyce’s face. She couldn’t believe Rosemary was risking her life to save her.
She wanted to cry out but held back, fearing it would make their rescue more difficult.
Suddenly, several people dived into the water, swimming toward them.
The fastest swimr was Roo, who helped cut the ropes off Joyce and then tried to pull Rosemary to the surface. But Rosemary was insistent on saving Mavis.
anwhile, Roo’s n swam toward Mavis, cutting her ropes and pulling her away from the lake bed.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they all managed to reach the surface, gasping for fresh air.
Joyce was a whirlwind of feelings, her head spinning.
"Let’s get to shore first," Rosemary said, guiding her toward the shore, with Roo close by, offering help when possible.
Back on solid ground, Joyce was shivering from the cold, and Mavis—who had swallowed a lot of water—was still unconscious.
After chest compressions from Rosemary, Mavis coughed up water and clung to Rosemary, crying uncontrollably.
"Rose," Mavis sobbed, seemingly oblivious to the others. "Those n were so cruel, tying rocks to us, punching us. Joyce’s face is all swollen."
Looking at Joyce’s swollen face and broken lips, Rosemary felt a pang of sympathy.
"Don’t worry, we’ll get back at them for this."
"Who were they? They wouldn’t tell us anything—just pushed us toward the lake. I even scraped my knees, and they just grabbed and hit us," Mavis cried her heart out.
Rosemary comforted her like a child, speaking softly, "It’s over now. Let’s get out of here."
"Thank goodness you ca. Thank you for saving us." Mavis clung to her, crying.
Roo noticed the deep trust and affection the girls had for Rosemary. And the way she comforted them was so gentle.
"All right now, it’s okay. Don’t cry." Rosemary finally managed to soothe them.
Joyce threw herself at Rosemary.
"Rose, you ca just in ti. Thank you for saving us."
If Rosemary had been a minute late, they would have drowned.
After they had cald down, Rosemary led them to the helicopter.
Roo draped a blanket over Rosemary, helping her dry her hair.
"Be careful not to catch a cold."
"I’m fine."
"First, let’s get you to my place to change your clothes. You don’t want to catch a cold."
The helicopter wasn’t like their private jets. It didn’t co with private bedrooms or wardrobes. Roo had them fly to the nearest resort at breakneck speed.
It was a resort owned by McMillian Corporation. The helicopter landed directly at the resort, where staff mbers were already waiting in droves.
"Mr. McMillian, Ms. Rose!"
Each staff mber had a clean, plush towel at the ready.
Roo took a towel, draped it around Rosemary, and whispered,
"You go take a hot shower and change your clothes. We’ve sent so up to your room already."
Knowing that she still had friends to look after, Roo didn’t accompany her.
"Ms. Rose, ladies, please follow ," the resort manager said, personally escorting them to the presidential suite.
On the way, Rosemary called Mya.
"We found them."
Mya was so ecstatic she nearly jumped for joy, her eyes welling up with tears.
"It was Mr. McMillian who found you, wasn’t it? I knew it. With his resources, he’s bound to find a way. Are they okay? Are they injured?"
"Just a few minor injuries," Rosemary replied softly. "You’re clever. You guessed what I was implying."
"At first I was completely stunned. I couldn’t rember what you had scribbled on my back. It took a while and several attempts to finally decipher it."
"So, the real savior is you."
Mya gripped her phone tighter, moved by the sentint.
"When are you guys coming back? Are you on your way now?"
"We’ll be back in a bit," Rosemary whispered. "You go ahead and grab sothing to eat at the cafeteria. And rember—don’t leave the campus."
Even though the bad guys were either dead or injured, it was always better to be safe than sorry.
"All right. I’ll stay on campus and wait for you guys."
"Good. I’m hanging up now."
Rosemary arrived at the presidential suite. The manager bowed slightly, speaking in an ultra-respectful tone.
"Ms. Rose, should you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to ring the bell. I am at your request."
"Thank you," Rosemary nodded, accepting the first aid kit and ushering the girls into the suite.
Mavis was still shaken from the earlier scare. She saw the luxurious suite and rembered the man who was with Rosemary earlier—who looked a lot like the world’s richest man, Roo.
And then she recalled that this resort was a McMillian Corporation property.
"Rose, that man earlier... could he be your boyfriend? Is his na Roo?" Mavis asked, still stunned by the presence of such an influential figure.
"Yes. You girls sit down, I’ll tend to your injuries," Rosemary motioned for them to take a seat on the couch.
Mavis was utterly shocked.
"You’re dating Roo?"
"What’s so surprising about that? Rose’s aweso. Who else is more deserving to be with Roo than her?" Joyce chid in before adding, "Rose, how did you know we were in danger? And how did you know we fell into the lake?"
As Rosemary dressed their wounds, she explained what happened. But she left out the parts that involved Doom.
The fewer people who knew, the safer they were.
"So that’s what happened," Joyce seethed after hearing the story. "To force you to show yourself, they’d stoop so low."
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