Mistaking The CEO For A Gigolo Chapter 1744


    Chapter 1744 Only Meant For The Chosen


    Damien and Draven entered the cabin and inspected the interior cautiously. The ce was spacious


    enough to amodate 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 firece 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 exined.


    Scrutinizing the stove, Damien purposely requested him to cook a meal for everyone as he was curious


    to know how it worked.


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


    The pair made quick work of dusting the area. A whileter, 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, Damienmented, “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 exin to them that we just want the


    antidote?”


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


    “It’s hard to tell.” Damien was the first to break the silence. “Even if they know that we are not here for


    the treasure, it doesn’t mean that they’ll just hand over the antidote.”


    “I agree,” Draven said. “When the rain stops, Damien and I will go up Daemonic Mount first. If wee


    into contact with those who poisoned Jeremy again, we could try tomunicate with them.”


    “I’lle with you too,” Juan said immediately.


    Evan eyed his subordinates quietly and reckoned it would be fine to send Damien and Draven up the


    mountain since they were the most reliable ones. As for Juan, he could let him go with them if he


    insisted, since training his son on that expedition was also his intention.


    However, Evan deemed a need to monitor Juan’s movements just in case he made any unexpected


    actions. After all, he had not been able to figure out the reason behind Juan’s obsession with the


    treasure.


    Thus, he pulled the two subordinates aside and instructed them to keep an eye on Juan at all times


    and report back to him if he was acting strange.


    Draven nodded. “Understood.”


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    Damien, too, replied in the affirmative.


    Inwardly, however, both men wondered why their boss would issue such an order.


    “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 be 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 bes


    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.”