Chapter 1593

Back in Brimmopolis, Clifford Davier stood inside his study as he observed the dark and ominous sky outside his window.

He had unknowingly dressed in a deep, slate grey that seemed to reflect the looming weather that he saw approaching the area.

“A storm is brewing,” he muttered to himself with furrowed brows.

His nephew and the captain of his guard, Kyran, stood behind him and whispered, “Sir, Ms. Davier's flight has been intercepted by Nathan's forces.”

“The aircraft just made an emergency landing in Alberesque of the South.”

Upon hearing this, Clifford's expression changed

slightly.

Kyran lowered his voice again. “I think her behavior and that of Santiago have angered Nathan.”

“Nathan has already killed Santiago. If Ms.

Davier falls into his hands, the consequences would be disastrous.”

“Sir, you are still highly regarded. Why don't you contact Nathan yourself? I think he might consider your request on those grounds.”

hearing this, Clifford

Clifford held onto his identity and his pride with steadfast commitment. Therefore, he would not have so openly interceded on

to make such an audacious request, how would he be able to keep his head up

stood in silence before

my memory still serves, the

“Yes, Sir.”

you to tell Vadim that he is to keep her

“Yes, Sir.”

fighter jets from the Channing base had made a successful landing

Phoebe and her party disembarked, they were

to General

is a

a short-sleeved shirt with black

most trusted aid. All of them had chosen to welcome Phoebe in

who had just seen her last hope. “Mr. Normandy!” she

said,

Now please, hurry inside.”

entered the living room as the host

to serve them some tea. After she left, Phoebe hurriedly recanted her reasons for seeking him out. “Mr. Normandy, I come to you in great desperation. I have wronged Nathan Cross, and he is now after my

beg of you. You

smiled and said reassuringly, “Don't worry,

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