Chapter 282

The air felt heavy with tension, a prelude to trouble on the horizon.

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“Get in the car,” Eric called out, his arrival marking the time for us to leave.

Carl, the overseer of our grim procession to the funeral, couldn’t resist a jab before we departed. “Foebe, as I recall, a touch from your back in school was cheaper than a diner burger. What’s your price now?”

My grip tightened around Colin’s hand. Henry likely sent this man to provoke us, knowing full well the media vultures were circling.

“Take the lead,” Colin instructed with an indifferent tone, motioning Eric to drive ahead.

Carl’s car trailed us closely.

Eric maneuvered the car with haste, prompting Carl to keep up the chase.

“Take the back roads,” Colin ordered, his voice low and steady.

I knew what Colin was plotting and wanted to intervene, but the icy resolve in his eyes deterred me.

“Brake now.”

Colin’s command was perfectly timed, and Eric slammed the brakes.

Carl, caught off guard, swerved desperately, his car crashing against the guardrail.

Secluded under an overpass, with no cameras or followers in sight, we were alone.

Colin glanced at me before covering my eyes with his hand. “Don’t look. Count to one hundred.”

My hands clenched nervously.

Colin stepped out of the car, heading towards the wreckage.

Carl, sitting shotgun, was bloodied from the impact.

With brute strength, Colin wrenched open the twisted car door and dragged Carl out.

Initially, Carl managed a bloodied smirk. “An idiot and a slut… a perfect match.”

But his smile quickly faded as he encountered a side of Colin he’d never seen before.

“Mmph!” Colin knew just where to strike to silence him, hitting Carl’s throat before pummeling his face with ruthless punches.

Finally, he stomped on the wrist that had dared to touch me.

Panic set in, and I hurried of the car. Just as I feared… Carl’s cohort was secretly recording everything.

intent: to incite Colin, capture

to intervene, eyeing the man in

with the locks, but I was

yanked the door open,

from behind, pulled the man out, and pinned him down.

man’s voice trembled, “It’s…

had been dispatched

Sit back

expression unreadable as he led me

ur car.

incidents, hadn’t even exited the vehicle. “Someone will

Colin handed me a wet wipe/“Phoebe… my hand hurts.”

from the back of his hand. “Henry will use the video

the subject. “Phoebe…”

pulled me into his embrace, his voice colder than I’d ever heard. “I won’t

fury within him. If I hadn’t

have you committed.” My voice shook as I spoke. “Let’s not go… skip

Let’s run.

flee with him,

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Chapter 282

run before, but we can’t escape,” Colin’s grip tightened as

can’t we just kill them?” His

seemed to torment him. And that past, it must have been something we

we fled in the memories I’d

to run?” I asked

City for years. Running… was always our most foolish

a chapter of agony and darkness.

perhaps even my ‘death,‘ might

have tried, resisted, but to

T

fleeing, let’s change the game,” Colin’s voice was a

heart clenched at his words. “Change the game?”

who nodded

what happens, don’t worry about me,” Colin’s hands cradled my face. “Whatever I do, I have a plan.”

ahead, yet Colin’s assurance brought a semblance

dead won’t get away. Nor will the one who took

realized then, throughout my years of lost memory, Colin had

you’re not alone anymore. I’m here. I’ve

my

instincts told me to believe in Colin’s innocence. We were fighting

win.

a rare vulnerability shown

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