The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 1260

Today felt like the end of the line for him...

The footsteps below were closing in, and Nick was bracing himself for one last stand.

But the moment he saw who was coming up, the scalpel slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground.

It wasn't just anyone; it was Atlas.

"Mr. Nick!"

Atlas's voice was filled with relief as he leapt up the stairs. Just as he was about to ask what happened, his eyes landed on Nick's soaked clothes and the droplets of blood dripping from his hand.

Atlas's face turned white. "Mr. Nick, you..."

off, removing the earpiece from his ear and turning it off. "We need to

to support him, and only then did he notice the back of Nick's shirt was almost entirely drenched, leaving bloodstains on the stairs behind

a bullet had torn through

was still barely conscious, leaning heavily on Atlas's shoulder. "Don't breathe a word about tonight

hands trembled, but knowing Mr. Nick's stubborn nature, he nodded tightly. "I understand. Please, save your strength.

don't make it... Atlas, tell Chester I let him down, couldn't find any leads on Aunt Tung, and

faded, and his head

eyes burned red, the veins on his hands bulging with tension, but he didn't dare waste a moment. He motioned for his men to help carry Nick on his back.

pocket, and told his team, "Someone stay behind and clean

slip out the back door with

escape route coming in, so getting out was smooth,

*

dead. Her fingers danced over the touchpad, pulling up the GPS tracker