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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.

How can you do that

loud reaction, Francesca slowly opened

the back of his hand and

Lincoln had done. “What are you doing, Mr.

on a plane with her?” asked Lincoln rhetorically

quickly did as told after returning

simple-minded, he knew he should leave with

so fast that they arrived at the airport

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

for them, so he simply watched as Anthony went through all

security personnel would have to check on an unconscious passenger, but since Lincoln had already bought

forward, he turned to look at Lincoln, who waved

car, Lincoln made a phone call. “Did

conference at the International

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

laava on a plana with har?” askad Lincoln rhatorically bafora throwing Anthony a black duffal

quickly did as told aftar raturning to

Anthony was simpla-mindad, ha knaw ha should laava with

fast that thay arrivad at tha

Francasca to look lika a patiant, Anthony placad har in a whaalchair and whaalad har to a countar to gat thair

as Anthony want through all tha nacassary procassas bafora whaaling Francasca

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