Chapter 452 The nearly frantic speed of the motorcycle, resembling a hurricane, caused the man's shirt to billow.

Then, to the astonishment of onlookers, the motorcycle took off. It ascended into the air. From one side of the lake to the other, it landed gracefully on the grass before speeding away.

The pursuing bodyguards remained undeterred. They assumed accelerating would do the same magic.

After revving their engines in preparation, the lead motorcycle rider endeavored forward. The motorcycle ascended into the sky, only to suddenly descend. The bodyguard and the motorcycle collided forcefully with the water.

Soon, the turbulent splashes quieted, and it appeared as though both the motorcycle and its rider had vanished beneath the lake's surface.

The other three motorcycle riders refrained from attempting such feats any longer. They neglected to search

for their fallen comrade, opting instead to turn their heads and look for a path to the opposite shore.

On the opposite side, the black motorcycle accelerated from a narrow path onto a main road.

After approximately thirty minutes of travel, the journey came to a halt beside a quaint villa, its walls adorned with climbing roses.

The man steadied himself by placing a foot on the ground and instructed, "Hold on me tightly." Before Nicole could fully collect her thoughts, he effortlessly lifted her from the motorcycle. Her body still hadn't regained its composure from the previous whirlwind.

As she was being transported, her senses began to awaken.

Just as she was about to speak, instead of placing her on the ground, the man positioned her sideways on the motorcycle.

Nicole used her hands to steady herself on the seat.

The man carefully removed her helmet, hanging it on the handlebar, before attending to his own.

Before Nicole stood a handsome face, nearly flawless in its ‘composition.

"Roscoe..." Though Nicole had recognized the man as Roscoe, she remained fraught with uncertainties, unknowingly reverting to her previous manner of addressing him.

Roscoe's lips curved into a faint smile, his countenance exuding a luminous, moonlit glow, resplendent and captivating. "Thankfully, I managed to catch up," he remarked.

"How did you know where to find me?" Nicole understood she shouldn't harbor suspicions toward Roscoe, yet it hardly seemed coincidental for him to appear there.

"I sought you out at the villa," Roscoe openly confessed, devoid of any need for secrecy.

Nicole, now taken aback, questioned, "You sought me out?"

"Yes," Roscoe replied.

played across Roscoe's youthful features,

that fateful night when Nicole failed to appear, Roscoe had tirelessly searched for her. After countless inquiries, he eventually uncovered the truth. Nicole had been held captive by Jarrod in one

his heart heavy with sadness. Aware of Nicole's pressing obligations, he endeavored not to intrude

the vicinity of the villa to ensure her safety. Today's events felt remarkably coincidental as if he had harbored a premonition in his

chilly. Let's head

reached out to embrace

She promptly took a step back, uttering, "Let's proceed." Roscoe's hand briefly tensed before

lock,

retrieved the key from beneath the third brick in the corner of the wall and unlocked

resonated with the charm of a traditional, vintage home, complete with a courtyard adorned with

cherished residence

Jarrod remained unaware of

following a family crisis, Wesson sold this

was Roscoe who purchased it. At that time, Roscoe, in his early twenties, relied on part-time jobs and scholarships to amass sufficient funds. This was the "old place to which Roscoe

the courtyard, everything within appeared

by the bottle cap. As the injury was on her arm, Nicole removed her jacket, exposing the short-sleeved shirt she

to be durable, with the wound not too severe. He then applied disinfectant before carefully bandaging

take a shower," Nicole said. She was thoroughly coated in dirt from head

leather jacket mitigated the severity of her injuries, sparing her

all over and nursing a wound on her arm, Nicole was fortunate to have escaped

be cautious not to wet your arm,"

cautioned in response.

Nicole ascended the stairs.

modest villa, her grandparents’ bedrooms were located downstairs, with two bedrooms reserved upstairs for the

stepped back into the room that once held the memories of her childhood, she found herself overwhelmed

she was taken aback by what she found. The wardrobe overflowed

door emitted a faint creak as it swung

her gaze and spotted Roscoe reclining against the door frame, his hand casually tucked into his pocket. His towering frame and elongated legs commanded

astonishment, a subtle

encountered something fitting for you,

perused the garments, each bearing the emblem of luxury brands, ranging in value from

not inclined toward donning designer apparel. His typical attire comprised suits and shirts sourced from a select niche brand, their prices spanning from a few thousand to tens of thousands. He was fully aware that she wouldn't wear those garments, yet he remained steadfast in his decision

those documents,

in the future, I could simply sell off these clothes and enjoy a comfortable lifestyle for a few years." Even at a 30% discount, the timeless designs of

chuckled warmly, reassuringly adding, "Don't worry about that. I have the skills to support you and Austin." Upon hearing these words,

consistently demonstrated selflessness, always prioritizing Austin's well-being without

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