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.

called out

with sweat, his face etched with seriousness. "Mr. Montague, we're being pursued from both directions," he

the fleet of cars closing in on them. He pulled Selena into his arms, his other hand dialing Paul's number. After ending the call, he reassured her,

curious. Who were these people chasing them? Raymond must have faced countless pursuits to have reached his current status. But ever since the burglary in

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

became clear that they were being chased

of a nearby cliff road notorious for its danger. It was barely wide enough

command, John veered onto the side road. The pursuing cars continued

road was rough, each

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, we need to abandon

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