Chapter 84

The moment the livestream flickered back to life, the tension in the air dissipated among the team leaders.

"Can we restore the signal?" Cole Turner whispered to Aria Bennett.

Aria shook her head. "The production crew's mobile relay is under their control. Our equipment can only sustain the livestream." She tapped her phone screen lightly. "Unless we find their signal jammer."

A flicker of disappointment crossed Cole's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. "At least we still have the livestream."

On camera, Cole and Tobias Kane subtly flashed a series of hand signals—exclusive codes used by their Special Response Division unit. They couldn’t risk an overt SOS, not with the kidnappers watching. But they trusted their comrades monitoring the stream would understand.

The live comments exploded:

[Where’s Aria? Show us Aria!]

[Damian’s not working today?]

[The production team is ruthless!]

Jonah Pierce rubbed his growling stomach. "Cole, can we go find some food?"

"Split into teams," Cole said with a grin. "Two groups will cover more ground."

"I want to be with Aria!" Jonah immediately raised his hand.

The other guests chimed in, "Us too!"

Damian Cross smirked. "Sorry, but we’re already a team."

Jonah smacked his forehead. "Forgot about that!"

Cole shrugged. "The director specifically said you all need to experience real survival on the island." He gestured toward the three approaching team leaders. "So they’ll be guiding you."

Groans erupted. "The director is brutal!"

The comments flooded with [Director is heartless!]

As they were forcibly separated, Caleb Monroe protested, "Why does Damian get to stay with Aria?"

Damian replied coolly, "I took the day off."

Silence.

Top-tier celebrities really did whatever they wanted.

Once out of livestream range, Cole lowered his voice. "Follow the footprints?"

Aria shook her head. "No need. I marked them." Her fingers brushed the divination compass, and the needle spun wildly before locking onto a direction.

"Found them," Aria murmured, eyes sharpening.

The trio followed the compass through dense foliage.

An hour later, the trees thinned—

Hidden cabins stood in a clearing, guarded by armed patrols.

Tobias sucked in a breath. "This is their base."

Cole narrowed his eyes. "Now things get interesting."

Damian suddenly gripped Aria’s shoulder. "Someone’s coming."

The four ducked into the underbrush.

A familiar figure emerged from the main cabin—

A missing production assistant from the crew.

Aria’s pupils constricted. "So there was a mole."

Cole’s hand hovered near his waist. "What now?"

"Wait," Aria said firmly. "We move at nightfall."

The jungle burned crimson under the setting sun.

A silent battle was about to begin.