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q“How ridiculous.” This all sounded like complete nonsense to Chrono. “Do you really think I will fall for such an absurd excuse?”

“You can't kill me now,” Francesca responded. “I suggest you stop being so deluded.”

“Is that right?”

Chrono took a glance into his rear view mirror. There was a silver car following him from behind. He knew that that was someone from the Lindberg family.

It seemed like he had long anticipated that. Hence, he remained calm. There was no sign of panic on his face.

“You think those few people are enough to save you from my grasp?” Chrono laughed mockingly. “Even if they catch up to me, I can still kill you first!”

“Seeing that you are Candice's father, I am warning you to stop being stubborn and turn back while you can.”

Francesca stared at him with a frown.

“Haha. You speak as though you are doing me a huge favor and sparing my life.” Chrono found it funny. “Don't forget that you are under my control now.”

Francesca stared into the rear view mirror. Calmly, she said, “You can't escape!”

on

the armrest

his earlier shot wouldn't have been as

like him

along the road toward the airport. Out of curiosity, Francesca asked, “What are you going to

mirror. He said in a cool tone, “I want to kill you in

you sure that's what she

Chrono

He stubbornly felt that as long as he killed Francesca in front of Candice's grave, that would be equivalent

matter what anyone said or how they said it, nothing could shake his

touch him then. Otherwise, the orphanage would have another

off, she should have heard gun sounds. Layla was sure to call her again. If her calls couldn't get through,

professional instinct, she would immediately contact the Lindberg family first. At the same time, she would realize that Chrono had most likely used the

Francesca just needed to give Layla a little more time. She

thing Francesca had to do now was to deal with

were incomparable

a phone call to Squad One and told them to use another route to cut Chrono off.