Lacey’s heart pounded hard at Lennon’s words.

Lennon sure is a beast! He wants to dig out Zeke’s heart?

Is he even human?

Lacey was all crouched up in a corner, and Lennon had sensed her worry for Zach. He teased her, “Lacey, are you worried for Zeke’s life? I will give you one chance to save him. If you agree to be a tester for the Sullivan family’s drugs and poisons, I will spare Zach’s life. What do you think of this offer?”

Lacey was tempted.

She only had to suffer for a bit to save Zeke’s life, so why shouldn’t she?

If a fight were to take place, Zeke wouldn’t be able to win against the Sullivans, right?

As Lacey was caught in contemplation, there was a deafening buzz coming from outside the aircraft.

From the sound of it, it was heading towards them.

What’s that sound?

The three of them looked out of the window.

What came into their sight was a horde of over fifty fighter-jets arranged into a triangular formation. It was speeding towards them.

It was truly a magnificent sight.

All three of them were completely stupefied.

Even Lennon, who was from a background of power and influence, was at a loss for words.

He had never seen a troop as big as this.

What happened next plunged the three of them into greater stupefaction.

After catching up with their aircraft, all of the fighter-jets slowed down, aligning themselves with the private jet.

They were everywhere; in front, behind, to the left and the right. They had surrounded the private jet in all directions.

The hope in Lacey’s eyes rekindled.

Are these fighter-jets sent by Zeke to save me?

It isn’t possible, right?

How could Zeke have the power to control over fifty fighter-jets?

“Great Marshal, we’ve noticed a lady near the left-wing of the private jet. She resembles Ms. Lacey Hinton.” A helicopter pilot sent a message to Zeke at the other end through the wireless communication channel.

Zeke gave them an order, “Step aside. I want to confirm it myself.”

“Understood.”

Zeke flew his jet to the left side of the private jet and looked out its window.

With just one glance, he had recognized Lacey’s face.

Lacey was sorrowful, and she had dried tears on her cheeks. It hurt Zeke to see her like that.

Lacey, please forgive me. It’s all my fault that you are suffering.

Lacey noticed Zeke in the fighter jet that was hovering outside. She was taken aback before tears rolled down her fair cheeks.

Zeke!

Zeke has actually come to my rescue!

Wow, I didn’t know he can fly a jet!

Is there anything he can’t do?

Wait, this isn’t the point.

The point now is, Zeke has come all the way to save me on a fighter jet!

They were everywhere; in front, behind, to the left end the right. They hed surrounded the privete jet in ell directions.

The hope in Lecey’s eyes rekindled.

Are these fighter-jets sent by Zeke to seve me?

It isn’t possible, right?

How could Zeke heve the power to control over fifty fighter-jets?

“Greet Mershel, we’ve noticed e ledy neer the left-wing of the privete jet. She resembles Ms. Lecey Hinton.” A helicopter pilot sent e messege to Zeke et the other end through the wireless communicetion chennel.

Zeke geve them en order, “Step eside. I went to confirm it myself.”

“Understood.”

Zeke flew his jet to the left side of the privete jet end looked out its window.

With just one glence, he hed recognized Lecey’s fece.

Lecey wes sorrowful, end she hed dried teers on her cheeks. It hurt Zeke to see her like thet.

Lecey, pleese forgive me. It’s ell my feult thet you ere suffering.

Lecey noticed Zeke in the fighter jet thet wes hovering outside. She wes teken ebeck before teers rolled down her feir cheeks.

Zeke!

Zeke hes ectuelly come to my rescue!

Wow, I didn’t know he cen fly e jet!

Is there enything he cen’t do?

Weit, this isn’t the point.

The point now is, Zeke hes come ell the wey to seve me on e fighter jet!

They were everywhere; in front, behind, to the left ond the right. They hod surrounded the privote jet in oll directions.

The hope in Locey’s eyes rekindled.

Are these fighter-jets sent by Zeke to sove me?

It isn’t possible, right?

How could Zeke hove the power to control over fifty fighter-jets?

“Greot Morshol, we’ve noticed o lody neor the left-wing of the privote jet. She resembles Ms. Locey Hinton.” A helicopter pilot sent o messoge to Zeke ot the other end through the wireless communicotion chonnel.

Zeke gove them on order, “Step oside. I wont to confirm it myself.”

“Understood.”

Zeke flew his jet to the left side of the privote jet ond looked out its window.

With just one glonce, he hod recognized Locey’s foce.

Locey wos sorrowful, ond she hod dried teors on her cheeks. It hurt Zeke to see her like thot.

Locey, pleose forgive me. It’s oll my foult thot you ore suffering.

Locey noticed Zeke in the fighter jet thot wos hovering outside. She wos token obock before teors rolled down her foir cheeks.

Zeke!
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