They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 309

Chapter 309: They Aren’t Normal People Alright?!

And like the others, the people who saw did not snitch.

Not one word.

Target by target, one by one… they all escaped.

The guards who had proudly surrounded the area minutes ago now stood awkwardly in the fading evening light, eyes down, uniforms dusty, hearts pounding, not from the chase, but from what they had to do next.

Report.

One of them reluctantly pressed the comm button. “Sir… please skip to—uh—I mean, the target escaped.”

There was silence. Then another voice chimed in.

“Sir… he escaped too.”

“Sir, she escaped—”

“Sir, the Baron also escaped—”

Each voice came with more dread, more guilt, more unwillingness, like messengers delivering doom scrolls to a very angry god.

Inside the sleek black car parked by the roadside, Assistant Michael sat completely still, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the dashboard like it had personally offended him. He felt like Job in the Bible, bad news crashing in one after the other, no time to breathe.

Another buzz. “Sir… she escaped.”

Frustrated Assistant Michael “…”

His eyebrow twitched.

“Sir, he escaped.”

Frustrated Assistant Michael “…”

His hands clenched.

“Sir—”

lowly, gripping the armrest like it might jump out the window, “if one more person

comms were

subordinate, not wanting to be the final nail, hesitated for

“SIR!”

“Yes?!”

“…They escaped.”

Frustrated Assistant Michael “…”

Michael’s eye twitched violently.

and hurled it across

pretending to check their boots or the

the only thing you know how to say? Can’t you be a little more creative? Say something like—’they performed a miracle, sir!’ Or ‘they vanished in a puff of smoke!’

The surbodinates “..?”

They exchanged glances.

it?” one

for Assistant Michael, a broken phone was not a good excuse

face, muttering under

his subordinates calmly walked over to the shattered phone, picked it up like it was a sacred relic, popped out the SIM card, and slotted it into a

that screamed: “I’m used to cleaning up after

phone to Assistant Michael with a slight bow, saying nothing. Assistant Michael accepted it without a word either, staring at the screen for a moment like it held

sighed and dialed Interim King Obinna’s number. His thumb hovered over the call button for a second too long, as

It did.

them with you,” came

no words came. He looked at the guards around him, the same ones who had annoyed him moments ago with their “he escaped,

Now look at him.

bitter on his tongue, “they

The surbodinates “…”

Not from the king, from his own

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