At daybreak, Angi had still not been found.
Alex was in his office, a glass of alcohol in his hand, sitting on his sofa. He thought it was useless to keep searching for Angi—either he was dead or he had escaped. In any case, apart from the contract, there had never been any real relationship between them.
Alex ordered the helicopter pilots to stand down, saying he would handle the payment later. But the pilots were far from happy. They complained about being exhausted: they had searched all night without resting, eating, or drinking. Alex would have to house and feed them in the large villa before calling a limousine to take them away.
The pilots' complaints gave Alex a terrible migraine, because deep down, what they were saying reminded him of Angi.
He eventually accepted their demands, but on one condition: they would all leave immediately with their helicopters, and part of their pay would be cut. The pilots looked at each other, then agreed.
Sighing, Alex ordered the guards to hire twenty housekeepers to take care of the pilots. After that, he got into his car—he no longer wanted to stay in the villa. He also wondered how Angi had managed to get out of the forest.
What Alex did not know was that Angi had been rescued by a man right in the middle of the search.
If we go back to the moment when Alex punched the new guard: after returning to the villa, the guard was immediately fired. He was neither angry nor resentful. He prepared his car to leave the forest.
You may be wondering how he managed to get out of the forest. It was actually very simple. In the forest surrounding the villa, red strings were tied to the trees, forming a path to enter and leave the area. With a light, they were easy to see.
That was how the guard was able to leave. He was driving at full speed without stopping when he ran over something large and hard. He stopped to check what it was. That's when he saw the bicycle Angi had used to escape. He noticed blood on the handlebars and, a little farther away, bloodstains on the ground.
He decided to follow them. They led him to a tree trunk. He turned on his flashlight and leaned in to look inside. That's when he saw Angi, covered in dirt and insects. He pulled Angi out by the feet.
After getting him out, he put Angi over his shoulder to carry him to the car. But Angi smelled terrible—the stench was so strong that the guard couldn't help but throw Angi to the ground and vomit.
Even after being dropped, Angi did not wake up. The guard was actually kind. He thought about what he should do with Angi. Should he call to report that he had found him? No. After what Alex had done to him—never in his life. Gathering his courage, he picked Angi up again and drove away without looking back.
That is why, even with the helicopters, they were never able to find him.