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Chapter 2290

Chapter 2290

The three continued to walk for a while until they finally saw the car.

After Anthony helped Francesca into the vehicle, Lincoln drove them all down the mountain.

By then, dawn was about to break as the morning sun slowly rose on the horizon and shone upon their path.

Leaning back in her seat, Francesca stared blankly out the car window and at the beautiful scenery outside, thinking about nothing but the death of Layla and Sloan.

Francesca had never done anything she turned out to regret before then. But at that moment, she realized she had to live the rest of her life with guilt and regret.

After all, there was nothing she could do to change the fact that her actions had cost the lives of four people.

Anthony took off his jacket and put it on Francesca before wrapping his arms around her. That was his way of comforting the woman.

Perhaps she was too tired because she fell asleep in Anthony's embrace.

Lincoln stepped on the accelerator to speed up the car, and soon they were down the mountain and zooming on a wide road.

“Where are we heading to, Mr. Lincoln?” asked Anthony, sensing that something was off. “This seems to be the direction to—”

“To the airport,” interrupted Lincoln in a deep voice. “You take Francesca back to S Nation.”

“What about you?” Anthony asked hastily.

“I'm staying to avenge Ms. Layla,” replied Lincoln very calmly.

“Huh? How can you do that

up by the man's somewhat loud reaction, Francesca

just when Francesca was about to speak, Lincoln swiftly struck her neck with the back of his hand and caused her

after witnessing what Lincoln had done. “What are you doing, Mr. Lincoln? Why did you knock Francesca

you leave on a plane with her?” asked Lincoln rhetorically before throwing Anthony a black duffel bag.

quickly did as told after

simple-minded, he knew he

fast that they arrived at the airport in a

dressing up Francesca to look like a patient, Anthony placed her in a wheelchair and

already prepared air tickets for them, so he simply watched as Anthony went through all the necessary processes before wheeling Francesca through a security

to check on an unconscious passenger, but since Lincoln had already bought off the officer

turned to look at Lincoln, who waved at them before leaving with sheer determination

back into his car, Lincoln made a phone call. “Did you find

a press conference at the

nack with tha back of his hand and causad har

witnassing what Lincoln had dona. “What ara you doing, Mr. Lincoln? Why

plana with har?” askad Lincoln rhatorically bafora throwing Anthony a black duffal bag.

Anthony quickly did as told aftar

though Anthony was simpla-mindad, ha knaw

so fast that thay arrivad at tha airport

to look lika a patiant, Anthony placad har in

had alraady praparad air tickats for tham, so ha simply watchad as Anthony want through all tha nacassary procassas bafora whaaling Francasca through a sacurity

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