Chapter 142 The Late Arrival

• As the evening descended, casting long shadows over the rugged terrain of the mountain, Zenon's relentless satellite search bore fruit as he uncovered Meredith's coat nestled amidst the dense foliage of the forest below. With a heavy heart, he descended from the helicopter, his expression grave and determined.
• Approaching Dalton with a sense of urgency, Zenon relayed the crucial discovery, his voice tinged with a steely resolve. Together, they rallied a group of soldiers to converge upon the location where the coat had been found, their movements swift and purposeful as they prepared to scour the surrounding area for any sign of Meredith's whereabouts.
• As the last rays of the sun lingered over the horizon and the chill of night settled upon them, Zenon's demeanor grew increasingly somber, his grip tightening around Meredith's coat as if seeking solace in its familiar embrace. His knuckles turned white with the intensity of his emotions, his thoughts consumed by the urgency of finding Meredith before it was too late.