Chapter 920
Just as he was contemplating how to get in, Wanda Wesley came running from behind a large tree.
She was carrying a very long log in her hand, apparently kept aside to be used as a crossbeam when constructing a house.
She was lifting it effortlessly as if it were a bamboo, holding one end in her hand and then, with a flick, she positioned the other end atop the wall.
Nathaniel Nolan was taken aback, "You're not suggesting I crawl along this, are you?"
With a stoic expression, Wanda responded, "There isn't time, hurry up."
For the first time in his 25 years, Nathaniel felt the sting of ineptitude.
And he felt it profoundly.
At the moment, he felt like a helpless little bird awaiting rescue, and Wanda was the towering figure of 86 meters, effortlessly holding him in the palm of her hand, controlling his every move.
He could feel the crossbeam slowly moving, followed by a sense of weightlessness. Next thing he knew, he was back on the ground.
