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 his violent outburst, and exploit

to intervene, eyeing the man in

locks, but I was quicker.

yanked the door open, reaching for the phone.

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

trembled, “It’s… it’s already

had been dispatched to

Sit back

expression unreadable as

ur car.

to such incidents, hadn’t even exited

handed me a wet wipe/“Phoebe…

as I cleaned the blood from the back

the subject.

his voice colder than I’d ever heard. “I won’t

within him. If

he could have you committed.” My voice shook as I spoke. “Let’s not

Let’s run.

with him, to

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tightened as he spoke words that

can’t we just kill them?” His voice began to shake,

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

run before. Had we fled

try to run?” I asked

for years. Running… was always our most foolish option,” he dodged

a chapter

even my ‘death,‘ might all be tied

tried, resisted, but

T

the game,” Colin’s voice was a low growl, his eyes unreadable.

his

who nodded in understanding.

Colin’s hands cradled my face. “Whatever

storm ahead, yet Colin’s

who took you

realized then, throughout my years of lost memory, Colin had been fighting this battle

you’re not alone anymore. I’m here.

my full

to believe in Colin’s innocence. We were fighting against the injustices of fate. And we

win.

rare vulnerability shown only to

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