Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1243: His Overcoat Wrapped Around Her

Chapter 1243: Chapter 1243: His Overcoat Wrapped Around Her

Dianna Hollis arrived at Mount Cinder, and soon a tall, pine-like figure appeared ahead. Justin Xavier had arrived, and Leah Thorne was behind him.

"President Xavier, Leah." Dianna walked forward.

"Dianna, we’ve already sent people to search the mountain. We found your mom’s phone. She came by car, but the car rolled over the slope, and your mom, along with the car, fell down."

Leah led Dianna over to a slope, where there were clear signs of tire skid and rollover.

Dianna stood there looking down, below was a forest, vast and seemingly swallowed by the abyssal darkness.

Dianna’s face turned pale. She checked the time on her watch, it was one o’clock.

Time was running out; the tornado would hit at two.

"I’ve had people searching down there for an hour, but there’s no information. Look at this weather." Justin raised his chilly eyes to the sky.

Dianna slowly raised her head too. The blazing sun was now obscured by dark clouds, and the frigid autumn wind swept through, making her hands and feet feel icy.

Her legs trembled, making her feel as though she was drowning in cold seawater, gasping for breath.

A deep, magnetic voice sounded by her ear, "Dianna."

Dianna stiffened and quickly turned around.

Several jeeps zoomed over with a "whish," kicking up dust on the winding steep mountain path, arrogant and fierce.

The foremost armored jeep stopped, the rear door swung open, and a tall, sturdy figure jumped out. Black military boots hit the ground, revealing Mort Thorne’s handsome, austere face.

"Dianna, why are you here?" Mort strode forward, extending his hand to grasp her small hand.

The next second, his sharp brows furrowed abruptly, and he said in a low, displeased tone, "Why are your hands so cold?"

He held her tiny hands in his palms, rubbing them forcefully. Even though he rubbed them hard, her small hands turned red; damn, her skin was so tender that even a gentle touch might bruise it.

Mort found it troublesome, so he directly tucked her hands into his embrace. Charles Bishop brought over a military coat, and Mort draped it over her delicate frame.

"Tell me, what happened? Didn’t I tell you to wait with Shania and be good until I got back? Why did you come out on your own?"

Dianna instantly felt surrounded by warmth, with his warmth enveloping both her hands and body.

His solid chest, steady aura, even the slight frown gave her a sense of security.

Dianna’s fair eye sockets grew red, her eyes glistening as she looked at him, "Mort, my mom came looking for you, but her car skidded on the mountain, and she fell down with the car."

Mort’s sharp eyebrows twitched, then he stepped forward, his military boots crushing loose soil at the cliff’s edge, displacing it as he scanned downward with eyes like a hawk.

Justin stepped forward, handing the tablet he held to Mort, "Colonel Thorne, this is the range we’ve searched, but we’ve found no one."

Mort lowered his gaze, his long fingers pointing at a certain range, "You searched here?"

Justin’s eyes gleamed.

"President Xavier, have your men come up. The tornado is starting to touch down; you all retreat. I’m going down to search."

Mort said he’d go down to search.

Dianna’s feathered eyelashes trembled, her whole body rigid.

"Colonel Thorne, the tornado is about to hit. If you go down alone, it’s very dangerous," Justin said.

Mort glanced at Justin, lips curling slowly, "You lack experience in searching these deep mountains for people. When the tornado hits, I can’t look out for you guys. Don’t stay to hinder me; I’ll go down alone."

"Mort," Dianna called out.

Mort turned his gaze toward her, "You retreat with them."

"I won’t."

Mort strode over, his large hands gripping her smooth shoulders, slowly and firmly turning her around. He leaned in slightly, his supple lips close to her snow-white earlobe, whispering, "Be good, look ahead, walk straight, and don’t look back."

He told her to leave; he would go down to find her mom.

Dianna felt as if her feet were weighed down by a thousand pounds, unable to take a step.

At that moment, a "boom" sounded, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and suddenly there was a storm with lightning and thunder.

A torrential rain was about to hit.

"Colonel," Charles Bishop stepped forward and said softly, "The tornado is landing already. Don’t waste time."

A fierce battle just took down the confidential secretary. Julian Carter took the secretary first, reporting back to the higher-ups; this was a problem left during his tenure.

Now, these jeeps carried Crimson Eye Soldiers, twelve in total, except for Wade, who was killed three years ago; none were missing.

This invincible team jumped off the jeeps, donned their gear and prepared for action, their bright, clear eyes watching Dianna excitedly. As they shouted with bright voices, "Hello, sister-in-law!" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Though Mort was their commanding officer, privately, Mort was like their big brother.

"Sister-in-law, don’t worry. We’ll definitely bring your mom back!"

"Sister-in-law, you should leave. It’s dangerous here, listen to big brother!"

Substituting for Wade was a young man known as Shears, an elite selected through layers of screening, yet honest and naive, with little experience around women. Shears scratched his head awkwardly, "Sister-in-law, I’ve never seen a girl as pretty as you, like...like a fairy from heaven."

Mort approached and gave Shears a kick on the butt.

Shears winced, "Reporting to Colonel, I don’t understand. Where did I go wrong?"

Seeing Shears’s naive face, the other Crimson Eye Soldiers laughed, "Shears, don’t stare at sister-in-law."

Shears thought, can’t even look for a second, why? Colonel’s actions were confusing him.

The soldiers are always the most lovable people in this world, and Dianna smiled slightly, curling her lips.

Just then came another clap of thunder. The surrounding tree branches were bent by the wind, and then raindrops the size of beans began to fall.

The torrential downpour arrived on schedule.

Leah opened a black umbrella, holding it over Dianna’s head, she whispered, "Dianna, besides my brother, no one can bring back your mom. Let’s leave now and not distract my brother."

This was the calmest and most sensible arrangement.

Dianna stood beneath the black umbrella, her slender body wrapped in his military coat, even her hands tucked inside, amidst the storm she was kept dry.

But why did she feel no warmth?

Dianna had an almost innate perception of danger and the future, and her intuition was bad.

She shouldn’t let Mort and these cherished people take risks for her mom.

Yet, she couldn’t abandon her mom.

She watched Mort ahead, who donned a green rain poncho, the heavy rain blurring his figure.

"President Xavier, Dianna and Leah are in your hands," Mort said, looking at Justin Xavier.