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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,

this, the car wouldn’t withstand a

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

“Yes.”

their aid. They contained the situation long enough for

Willow Avenue,

the two groups. Along the way, people frequently fell off the vehicles,

piercing gaze. He was relieved that Maggie wasn’t in the car with him.

The mercenaries realised they had lost their window of opportunity and struggled briefly before commencing their retreat.

the gunfire, the area

profusely to Nathael and said, “Mr. Harris,

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

thoroughly investigate this matter and provide a

their most distinguished guest had come under attack.

a car in the middle

close quarters of the space and their positioning on the

holes. However, the vehicle was too close, leaving them with

distance and abruptness left them

attack.

pickup truck bulldozed through the crowd. Someone tried to

to make any

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as he surged forward to shove Nathael aside.

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

him

82%

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

down a traitor from the

shouted, “Mr.

was thick with smoke, and rubble 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

half of his body in place. His eyes were drooping,

from the shock and called his men for

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

in blood; the metallic scent of

it weren’t for the rescue, Nathael would not

of money, but

hands; they willingly gave their lives

set, a warm his nearly

man, casting

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

eyelashes quivered as he

waned, and his

he frowned. His first thought was that Maggie