Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 1353 Why Did You Suspect Victor

Everyone knew these two men had privileged backgrounds and their situation would entangle many others. No one dared take chances.

Alex was escorted to another vehicle while Raymond remained securely in the first one.

As the convoy navigated a hillside, a thick fog suddenly enveloped them, extending about three hundred feet ahead and precisely covering the area with the most winding turns. The vehicles cautiously came to a halt.

A gun pressed against Raymond's forehead. "Mr. Montague, I'm guessing your people created this fog," the officer said coldly. "Don't try anything clever. My gun doesn't discriminate." He secured Raymond's handcuffs to the vehicle's rail.

Officers quickly surrounded the car, alert to the unusual fog and prepared to prevent any rescue attempt. The situation demanded their full attention-losing Raymond would be unacceptable.

Just as they reached peak vigilance, the officers began feeling dizzy. The sound of bodies hitting the floor echoed through the vehicle. Raymond glanced outside with casual interest as a power saw roared to life.

Someone cut through the window and severed the handcuffs. John appeared outside, searching the unconscious officers for keys. Finding them, he respectfully unlocked the remaining cuff.

"Are you alright, Mr. Montague?" John asked.

and

car. Alex was

unconscious officers, his heart racing. "If headquarters finds out about this, next time they'll shoot you on sight,"

did

tiny red birthmark near his earlobe that's barely visible. I remembered this later and tried to find that person to ask more questions, but he died in a drunk driving accident. I investigated and found

smoke was making Alex lightheaded. Raymond's

don't actually suspect Victor,

Alex," Raymond said. "They'll investigate you, but

will help

"Don't keep me in the

us. If even you suspected him once, whether he has an ulterior identity or not, he's definitely hiding something

Alex insisted, following Raymond closely. "I can testify there's no birthmark. Paul's already gone

small healed cut was

warning, Raymond drew a knife and thrust it toward Alex, who closed his eyes without even trying