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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.

their bulletproof modifications held,

car wouldn’t withstand a sustained attack.

the Holy Cathedral, Nathael commanded, his tone as icy as

“Yes.”

their aid. They contained the situation long enough for Alex to catch

moment they hit Willow

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

remained calm and collected with his piercing gaze. He was

Winstons arrived at the Holy Cathedral, bringing with them the local forces. The mercenaries realised they

the area was

son of the Winstons, rushed forward. He apologised profusely to Nathael and said, “Mr. Harris, we’re deeply sorry you had such a terrible ordeal on

fingers, saying, “It’s not your fault. If it weren’t for your

that we will always stand as your most devoted allies. I’ll thoroughly investigate this matter and provide a full report,” Jem

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

the middle of the chaos, sending it

the close quarters of the space and

rapidly at the approaching vehicle, riddling the incoming vehicle with countless bullet holes. However, the vehicle was

the event’s short distance and

attack.

crowd. Someone tried to

to make any difference.

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brow furrowed in determination as he surged forward

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

the truck charged towards him like a bull gone wild.

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by a gush of water, was toppled by

the opportunity, Alex took down a traitor from the Winstons. Then

“Mr.

thick with smoke, and rubble lay everywhere. A shard from the statue sliced across Nathael’s forehead, and a trace

pinned half of his body in place. His eyes were drooping, and his complexion was pale. He

shock and called his men

pale–faced, was knelt quickly by

visage was ashen. His right arm was nearly drenched in blood; the metallic scent of blood

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

boss for the sake of money, but they didn’t know how often he had shielded them, shielding them behind his

not mere hired hands; they willingly gave their lives for

the sun set, a

enveloped the handsome man, casting a sacred

with blood, his arm bearing a shocking, languid beauty as it soaked

as he

blurred, the dizziness waned, and his vision cleared gradually.

thought was that Maggie would receive her love letter much later.