Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 545 A Heart's Flutter for Raymond

The atmosphere was thick with confusion. The adrenaline-fueled pounding of Selena's heart, a result of the chase, could easily be misconstrued as a burgeoning affection for Raymond. She closed her eyes, taking a moment to steady her emotions before gripping the gun she had assembled.

With a swift pull of the trigger, she shot at the trailing car. The vehicle swerved erratically on the highway, a shower of sparks trailing in its wake.

Raymond turned to her, an eyebrow raised in surprise. "You're a good shot. How long have you been practicing?" he asked.

Selena blinked, her reply simple, "Just a year."

Only a year, yet she had honed her skills to such a level?

Intrigued, Raymond took her hand, his fingers tracing the soft, uncalloused skin. It seemed she was telling the truth; she had only practiced for a year. Calluses were a telltale sign of frequent gun use, yet her hands were devoid of them. He was about to voice his thoughts when a loud noise interrupted him. The car swerved sharply, passing through a wall of fire.

Raymond called

his face etched with seriousness. "Mr.

into his arms, his other hand dialing Paul's number.

pursuits to have reached his current status. But ever since the burglary in her room, she had felt an unsettling

fluttered as he gently patted her back, a comforting gesture amidst

pushing it to its limits to escape the relentless pursuit. However, it soon became clear that they were being chased by two distinct forces. The methods of the two groups were noticeably different, hinting at an

road," Raymond instructed. He had visited New York before and knew of a nearby cliff road notorious for its danger.

The pursuing cars continued their chase,

each bump jarring Selena's

on the other end promising his arrival in five minutes. He had dispatched dozens of helicopters, one of which he was personally aboard. His gaze was focused, his determination unwavering. The car navigated seven or eight turns on the treacherous road, and just as they were about to round the last big bend, their tires were shot out. The car lurched violently, John's face growing graver. "Mr. Montague,