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    Margie gave her a grateful look and managed to catch up with the rest. Though they pressed on with everything they had, the storm’s fury quickly overwhelmed them.


    Amid the snowstorm, visibility dropped to near zero as the wind roared with relentless force.


    Desperate, they checked their phones—every screen nk, no signal in sight. Cut off frommunication, the only option was to trust the guide and hope he would lead them to safety.


    But as the storm intensified, the path blurred into a white void, and confusion set in.


    Yvonne called out to her colleagues, her voice straining against the wind, “Hold hands so we don’t get separated!”


    But the wind howled so violently that it snatched her words away, scattering them into the heart of the storm.


    The team pressed on, urging one another forward as they battled the blizzard’s relentless assault.


    A patch of unstable ground gave way beneath Yvonne’s foot, and she fell hard into the snow.


    “Margie!” she called, but her voice vanished, swallowed whole by the blizzard. Overwhelmed, she squeezed her eyes shut. Everything was hitting at once—like a storm that refused to let up.


    She pushed herself up and stumbled forward, trying to spot her team—only to find the storm had swallowed them whole.


    She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, the cold sinking deep into her bones.


    Meanwhile, the rest of the team, following the guide step by step, finally escaped the heart of the storm.


    Once they regrouped, a grim realization set in—Yvonne was missing. Margie’s face drained of color. Panic surged as she rushed to contact headquarters and report the situation.


    The news reached Ethan swiftly. Regret etched deep lines into his features as he booked the earliest flight to the mountain.


    At the same moment, Norton’s team, having learned of Yvonne’s disappearance, immediately ryed the news to him.


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    The message came just as Norton sat in the middle of an international conference. Since Yvonne had left for the assignment, he had kept his phone’s notifications active.


    A brief flicker of hope crossed his eyes when the screen lit up—until he read the contents. His hand tightened around the phone before he shot to his feet. On the other side of the video call, the foreign agents exchanged confused nces at his abrupt motion, calling out to him.


    Norton’s fists clenched as he shut his eyes, emotions colliding beneath his calm exterior.


    “Apologies. This is urgent,” he said sharply, snapping hisptop shut.


    Leif jumped up in rm, stepping into his path. “Mr. Burke, this meeting is vital.”


    “Yvonne’s more important,” Norton cut in coldly. “Book me a flight.”


    That same night, hended in the snowy region, wasting no time as he dispatched search teams across the terrain. But they found no trace of her. Rest eluded him—every moment wasced with dread.


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