Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 1744

Chapter 1744 Only Meant For The Chosen

Damien and Draven entered the cabin and inspected the interior cautiously. The place was spacious enough to accommodate everyone, and there was a wooden bed in one corner while a stove stood on the other end of the cabin.

It was clear that the previous owner had left those things behind.

“It’ll be a good enough shelter after some dusting,” Damien said as he surveyed the area.

Draven agreed, “Yeah. That stove in the corner should still be functional after some cleaning.”

“That’s a stove? I thought it’s a fireplace or something.”

“Yeah, you’ve never seen those before, right? It’s a wood-burning stove made of bricks. It’ll be usable after we gather some tinder nearby,” Draven explained.

Scrutinizing the stove, Damien purposely requested him to cook a meal for everyone as he was curious to know how it worked.

The latter agreed to it readily, saying that it would not be a big deal.

The pair made quick work of dusting the area. A while later, Darius came in to offer his help. After everything was taken care of, the group went into the cabin.

Just as they were about to take a breather, they heard the howl of the gales amidst the downpour.

Listening to the heavy rain outside, Damien commented, “Thank goodness for this shelter, or we’ll all be drenched by the rain.”

“Yeah. Mr. Seet made the right call in postponing the hike. There’s no telling what might happen if we were to go up Daemonic Mount in this weather!”

“Yeah, since those people dared to poison us even before we went up the mountain, they’d never hold back when we’re there.”

“They could be guarding the treasure. I wonder if they attacked us because they thought we were looters?” Darius chimed in. “Maybe they won’t be so hostile if we explain to them that we just want the antidote?”

There was a brief silence in the room as everyone mulled over his words.

“What do you think that was about?” Damien nudged Draven and asked in a low voice once they walked to the side.

Draven looked pensive. “Maybe he’s worried about Mr. Juan’s safety, afraid that he would act rashly if his fascination with the treasure got the best of him.”

Though Damien was not fully convinced that was the reason, he was unable to think of any other possibilities. Hence, he decided to change the subject. “Do you think there really is some kind of treasure in Daemonic Mount? And that those who got their hands on it will become invincible?”

Draven chuckled. “I think it’s just exaggerated hearsay. But who knows—maybe parts of it are real. There’s only one way to find out, and that is if someone actually does find the treasure and becomes invincible.”

His colleague hummed in agreement. “Do you think we have a shot?”

“At finding the treasure? Maybe—” He paused for dramatic effect. At the other’s suddenly hopeful look, he smirked. “Maybe in your dreams.”

Damien rolled his eyes in response.

Draven shrugged. “Think about it. A treasure that powerful and guarded is like the legendary Excalibur—it’s only meant for the chosen. You and I are hardly that. We are just ordinary folks. It’s better that we don’t harbor such wild fantasies.”