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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.

this, the car wouldn’t withstand a sustained attack.

Holy Cathedral, Nathael commanded, his tone as

“Yes.”

to their aid. They contained the situation long enough for Alex to catch his breath. Still, he knew this was far

moment they hit Willow Avenue, the

groups. Along the way, people frequently fell off the vehicles, or the vehicles overturned, falling off the bridge.

and collected with his piercing gaze. He was relieved that

bringing with them the local forces. The mercenaries realised they had lost their window of opportunity and struggled briefly before

area was

He apologised profusely to Nathael and said, “Mr. Harris, we’re deeply sorry you had such a

Nathael wiped his bloodied fingers, saying, “It’s not your fault. If it weren’t for your timely intervention, we

allies. I’ll thoroughly investigate this matter and provide a full

could hardly believe that their most distinguished guest had come under attack. These people had such audacity to strike Nathael right under

middle of the chaos, sending it racing towards

were hindered by the close quarters of the space and their positioning on the

countless bullet holes. However, the vehicle was too close, leaving them with minimal time to respond.

the event’s short distance and abruptness

attack.

through the crowd. Someone tried to pursue that man

too late to make

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brow furrowed in determination as he surged forward to shove

gaze and defied his good intentions. On the contrary, he tossed Alex aside,

charged towards him

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thunderous crash, the angel statue, accompanied by a gush of water, was

traitor from the Winstons. Then he dashed towards Nathael.

“Mr. Harris!”

lay everywhere. A shard from the statue sliced across Nathael’s forehead, and a trace of blood rolled down from his face, adding a touch

of his body in place. His eyes were drooping, and his complexion was pale. He had lost a lot

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

knelt quickly by Nathael, tearing

in blood; the metallic scent of blood was heavy in

that if it weren’t for the rescue, Nathael

of money,

they willingly gave their

the sun set, a warm his nearly

glow enveloped the handsome man, casting a sacred glow upon

pristine white shirt was now soaked with blood, his arm bearing a shocking, languid beauty as it

as he slowly opened his

waned, and his

His first thought was that Maggie would