Chapter 262 In Trouble
Like the stream audience, Oliver remained seated in the corner, watching the drama unfold with quiet amusement, choosing not to interfere.
“You’re a female. Stay here and rest. I’ll handle the foraging alone.” Carson shook his head firmly, turning down her offer without hesitation.
Stella’s lips curled into a secret smile.
Just as I’ve expected-Carson still cares enough to protect me from hard work.
“Alright then. We’ll be right here waiting for you.”
She’d never had any real intention of venturing into the dangerous wilderness anyway.
Convinced Carson held no lingering resentment toward her, Stella sauntered over to Bruce’s side, putting on an overly affectionate act.
“You must be worn out from building our camp furniture. Let me wipe the sweat off your forehead for you
Bruce leaned into her gesture with obvious enjoyment.
From across the camp, Carson caught sight of the display, his brow furrowing faintly-not out of jealousy at Stella’s closeness with another male, but irritation at Bruce wasting precious lumber on shoddy, useless craftsmanship.
Carson crouched down to slice off two large hare legs, preparing to leave again.
Panic flashed across Stella’s face, and she blurted out a question, “Where are you taking those hare legs?”
Carson shot her a cold sideways glance, his tone unyielding.
“The wood for your sleeping mat came from Layla’s supply. I made a deal to share a quarter of our hunt with her.”
Bitterness and stubborn defiance crossed Stella’s face instantly. “She has no way of knowing we caught this hare. There’s no need to keep your end of the bargain.”
Live stream viewers exploded in outrage at her selfish remark.
[Unbe]
[Unbelievable-how can she say something so shameless?]
[I only thought she was petty before, now she’s just plain foolish and cruel.]
[Not only does she refuse to keep her word, but she’s trying to make Mr. Fields break his promise, too.]
[But that prey belonged to their team to begin with. Layla clearly only got her lumber by relying on a native creature-doesn’t that make her pretty despicable too?]
[She effortlessly produces a heap of lumber and then demands a quarter of others’ hard-earned prey? She might as well just rob them!]
[Totally team Stella here-no need to reward people who take advantage of everyone else.]
Emboldened by the handful of viewers siding with her, Stella readied herself to persuade Carson further.
However, he simply ignored her lingering calls, turning on his heel and walking away with the hare’s legs in hand.
Stream comments filled with mockery flooded the screen.
[Poor Mr. Fields, completely fed up with her nonsense.]
[How can someone be this shameless and entitled? It’s mind-blowing.]
[Carson would be so much happier joining Layla’s group. Everyone there pitches in and works hard; no one lets one person carry all the burden.]
The beast paused, glancing between the two fleeing figures, before fixing its gaze on Layla and giving chase.
Its choice was simple-Layla ran noticeably slower than Daisy.
A cold, murderous aura pressed down on Layla from behind.
Biting her lip hard, she poured all her energy into running, never daring to glance back.
Tension spiked across the live stream as viewers watched the deadly chase unfold.
[That beast is terrifyingly fast-it’s gonna catch up to Layla any second!]
[She’s running straight into a dead-end area, isn’t she? Hope she doesn’t hit a cliff!]
[Quit jinxing her! Don’t even say that out loud!]
The next moment proved the viewers’ worst fear true. Layla skidded to a halt right at the edge of a sheer cliff drop-off.
Slowly closing the distance, the beast fixed Layla with a taunting, predatory stare-exactly like a cat toying with a trapped mouse, only ten times larger and far more lethal.
An idea sparked in Layla’s mind. Bending down cautiously, she waved a finger at the snarling creature in a teasing gesture.
“Here, kitty kitty.”
The Vanguard captured the beast’s momentary blank confusion perfectly.
Rage quickly replaced its bafflement, and it swiped a massive claw straight toward Layla’s body.
Layla jumped to her feet to dodge, only to trip over an unseen tangled vine snaking across the cliff edge.

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