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Clearly, Nathael didn’t find this surprising.

Unfazed, he barely gave a glance before he issued a cool command, “Get the Winstons on the line for backup.

“Understood,” came the reply.

Alex pushed the accelerator hard, attempting to lose the persistent tall while simultaneously reaching out to the Winstons‘ point person.

Not long after, with a swift twist of the wheel, he veered onto another highway.

Their pursuer was caught off guard by the sudden maneuver at such breakneck speeds, couldn’t adjust in time, and continued straight ahead, missing the turn.

“Damn it!” The driver was a foreigner. He pounded the steering wheel in frustration before swiftly changing course to attempt another blockade.

The earpiece buzzed with other people’s voices, indicating that someone was in charge behind the scenes.

Once Alex shook off their tail, it wasn’t long before two grey sedans shot out on either side of a crossroads, boxing him in with precision.

Metal scraping echoed as sparks flew from the collision.

Alex shifted into reverse gear, attempting to retreat and break free from the encirclement of cars on both sides. However, unfortunately, there were several vehicles behind him that drove normally, leaving him with nowhere to reverse.

Luckily, Nathael’s backup arrived just in time. Two black sedans burst from the side streets, slamming directly into the grey cars.

The force of the impact made the vehicles shake and jolt violently, giving them no chance to recover.

With Nolan’s men now on the scene, Alex coordinated with the ally behind him to comer one of the

grey cars against a wall.

The brutal collision sent the grey car crash into a signpost and flip over with a thunderous bang.

Taking one car out of the equation made handling the second one easier.

Alex didn’t stay to fight. He took a sharp turn into a side street, leaving the pursuit in the capable hands of his allies.

“The Winstons will be here in five minutes, Alex stated, his voice deep, though they had barely cleared the alley when they encountered a group of helmeted mercenaries on motorcycles.

Their towering figures loomed, and the roar of their modified engines grated harshly, even from a distance.

“Bang!”

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Alex reacted instantly. He swerved the wheel, but a bullet still managed to plerce the windshield, leaving a web of cracks around a small hole.

modifications held, ininimising the damage.

the car wouldn’t withstand a

Willow Avenue, and we’ll handle this outside the Holy Cathedral, Nathael commanded, his tone as icy as

“Yes.”

the situation long enough for Alex to catch his breath. Still,

moment they hit Willow Avenue, the

two groups. Along the way,

was

the local forces. The mercenaries realised they had

gunfire, the area was wrecked and ravaged.

He apologised profusely to Nathael and said, “Mr. Harris,

a handkerchief from Alex, Nathael wiped his bloodied fingers, saying, “It’s not your fault. If it weren’t for your timely intervention, we would have faced a bitter fight.”

thoroughly investigate this matter and provide a full report,” Jem declared, his voice

under attack. These people had such audacity to strike Nathael

men ignited a car in the middle of the

they were hindered by the close quarters of

vehicle with countless bullet holes. However, the vehicle was too close, leaving

short distance and abruptness left them powerless

attack.

through the crowd. Someone tried to pursue that man in a

to make any

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in determination as he

an icy gaze and defied his good intentions. On the contrary, he tossed Alex aside, moving to a nearby angel statue for cover.

him like a bull gone

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by a gush of water, was toppled by the impact, scattering dust

took down a traitor from

“Mr. Harris!”

shard from the statue sliced across Nathael’s forehead, and a trace of blood

half of his body in place. His eyes were

called his men for help. He shouted, “Quick! Get the

remove the rubble. Alex, pale–faced, was knelt quickly by Nathael, tearing his garment to apply pressure to the wound.

nearly drenched in blood; the metallic scent of

reddened–knowing that if it weren’t for the rescue, Nathael would not have

the sake of money, but they

were not mere hired hands; they willingly gave

the sun set, a

glow enveloped the handsome man, casting a

once pristine white shirt was now soaked with blood, his arm bearing

as he slowly opened his

the dizziness waned, and his vision cleared gradually.

arm was wounded, he frowned. His first thought was that Maggie would receive her love letter much later.