The Wisely Christ and Five Pretties

Boss or Lost

Clarissa moved in, making sure there was no serious injury to the back of Christ's head, while Anne shouted loudly to stop Miller from crossing the line.

Anne was not to be outdone. She had a worried look on her face as she pulled Mads away from Christ, who was still groaning in pain.

"Do you wanna pulling my leg, Mads? He's tending to my wounds! And you're beating him up? Unbelievable!"

"No, let's not fight," Christ interrupted, holding his head. He felt dizzy enough to look in the direction where Mads and Anne were clearly pulling each other. His hands even had to fumble to find where the fallen medicine kit box had slipped from his grasp.

"Did you hear that? He even stopped our argument when he himself was getting hit by you! Doesn't that show I picked the wrong person among you back then?"

Mads distracted himself while beating the wind to release his anger. Let alone being evasive, he didn't have the right to answer Anne's anger, which was the first time he had gotten up after years of being bedmates.

"You saw, right? They came and trouble came too! You shouldn't have helped anyone in the first place! You shouldn't have pretended to be nice to anyone in the first place! Only then, you could have avoided that Madsman's crazy punch!"

Christ got his medicine box. He showed it to Clarissa while whispering softly, asking for reassurance. "Painkiller?"

Anne wanted to help Christ, but once again Mads got in the way by pulling her hand. "Lemme go, Mads!"

Christ was silent for a moment after downing the medicine. He patted the back of Clarissa's hand lightly to signal that he was fine and there was nothing to worry about.

"Tell me, Christ. Does it hurt that much?"

"What do you want me to say? As painful as it is, we have no choice. He had no choice. Because for the past three years, he's always chosen what's easy. Not the right one."

Anne slapped Mads' hand roughly. She even raised her hand to point at Christ as a sign of respect. "See? He tolerated you, you dumb-dumb stupid!"

Mads lost his mind. He tried to get back in close when Clarissa grabbed a large branch to use as a weapon against him.

"Back off, Mads!"

"Watch your tongue, Redmayne!"

Mads was undeterred. He even pulled the branch so hard that this time it was Clarissa's hand that got hurt.

"Don't you have a conscience, huh?!" cried Clarissa in pain. Her hand was scratched so deeply that it bled.

Mads was about to pull Clarissa's T-shirt off to warn her when Anne stopped him in his tracks, making him stop with just a word.

"Don't you have a brain, Mads? Stop it or you'll lose everything!"

Mads was annoyed. His teeth clashed hard against each other as he refrained from venting his anger. He pulled off Clarissa's T-shirt as Christ's hand tapped his wrist.

"Stop it, Mads. Let's sit down and cool down your head."

Mads spat harshly. He even intended to spit on Christ, who he thought was trying to get Anne's attention for a position. A petty thought that never even crossed anyone's mind.

"Did you hear, Mads?"

Anne's question made Mads completely lose his temper. But he had no choice. As Christ mentioned, he didn't even want to fight just to make his life and job easier next time. Let alone choose the right thing, he couldn't even follow his own heart because he had gotten too much pleasure too easily.

Mads Miller is crazy. He thirsts for people's validation because he's been living in poverty for too long.

He even had to live in a culvert for years after his family's business collapsed because of mutual attacks caused by greed. Unfortunately, that greed also runs in Mads' blood, who often sees him fighting for treasure and thrown.

Mads had no choice. He sat away from Christ, a clear ass-kisser to Anne, who he still considered a god of help in every situation.

"Let's get this straight. We're not here to fight. We're here to survive. At least until help comes. In the meantime, we never know when help will come. That's why I'm trying to conserve food. Sorry if I'm going too far. But this is the reality. So what do we do? The decision is up to you. Given the lack of harmony, should we move as a team, or will you move on your own?"

Mads glanced at Anne resignedly. Of course, he had no power to make a choice. After all, he was more afraid of losing his position than making the choice he wanted.

"We'll join. But can I get the chocolate first? I'm hungry this time after running around the forest. Really."

Clarissa turned her attention away, not at all believing Anne's remark about running around the forest. She clearly knew that the two of them were having fun in the middle of the quiet forest without distractions. "Bullshit."

Christ accepted Anne's request without further ado by reaching for the remaining chocolates. Each small bar of chocolate without extras was given directly to Mads and Anne.

"Like I said before. We don't even know when help will arrive. So it's better to just tie your stomachs tight than starve to death in the end."

"Can't I have two pieces?" Mads pleaded, but a second later he was devouring the chocolate in his hand just as Christ was about to take it back. "Thank you for your meal this time. Next time, I'll get my own."

Christ nodded in understanding with his arms crossed. He looked at Anne, who had never stopped looking at him since they first met.

"Tell me, Miss Waterston. When did you wake up after the plane crashed? Was anyone else with you before?"

For a moment, Anne was silent, trying to remember what had happened before. Then she glanced at Mads, who was nodding in ignorance.

Mads did not know before the plane completely lost control. Just before the hijacking occurred, he went to the toilet to urinate. Suddenly, just as he was about to open the door, he heard a gunshot.

Mads' fear of dying before becoming a rich man kept him in the toilet until the plane landed in a tree, splitting right through the toilet. With ease, he jumped down through the tree trunk at the bottom to save himself.

"I don't think I fainted at all. When I knew they were looking for something in the cabin, I hugged my doll and closed my eyes. I retreated too far and kneeled at the very back, taking cover among the other frightened people. And I guess I was the only one standing. I made them into shields to keep me afloat. At least they could give me their loyalty and prove they were truly sincere to me."

Clarissa laughed bitterly. She really couldn't understand Anne's answer without feeling the slightest guilt.

"And they all died. Then what about your loyalty?"

Anne snorted and sniggered. Her gaze was narrowed, as if ready to shoot Clarissa whenever she could.

"Those who come to me and offer themselves extra benefits, Redmayne. I just need to see their sincerity. As for the rest, it's none of my business. If they die, then there will be more new people who can approach me on another occasion."

"What then? You saw Mads? Then followed him? And start having fun in the forest without thinking about the other risks that could happen to you?"

Christ's scolding left Anne speechless. Her face flushed as Christ looked at her and emphasized the last question in the fun section, as if intimidating her immoral behavior.

"We're just taking advantage of an opportunity, Murphy. Before anyone else wakes up and sees us."

Mads' statement left Christ at a loss for words to respond to his second answer. He nodded before finally pulling out the map he had drawn to see the route Clarissa had taken before.

"Please tell me now. Can you remember where you entered and exited from, as well as the route you took around the forest?"

Anne was about to recount the route taken when Mads suddenly interrupted him.

"What do you want? Do you want an equally safe place to have fun with Radmayne, huh?"

Feeling harassed, Clarissa immediately grabbed a tree branch and pointed it right at Mads' neck with sharp eyes, like a hawk ready to pounce.

"You shouldn't harass me, who never had trouble to do with you, Miller!"

Anne was shocked and tried to calm Clarissa down. "He didn't mean it, Redmayne! Don't make decisions in anger or you'll regret it!"

Christ cleared his throat. But stopping by calmed all three of them down in an instant. His hand grabbed the branch Clarissa was using to lower herself down, while his eyes remained on Mads with a threatening and warning look.

"This may not make sense to you, Miller. But we need more information to explore the forest for help. Because once we get lost, there might not be a chance to get home. Once we lose trust, we might die here without being able to find help. So, can we work together now?"