Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 734 Better Than Her

Lyle quickly adjusted the binoculars and looked into the distance. In the circular lens, William's figure came into focus.

William was dressed casually in a white shirt, black trousers, and a long coat. He wasn't intending to disguise himself or hide his presence. He looked as if he were just out for a stroll after dinner. However, William didn't live in the mountaintop mansion. Even if he did, he wouldn't be wandering halfway down the mountain at such a late hour.

Lyle tightened his grip on the binoculars. "William can't be the driver's boss."

Lyle's demeanor shifted from nonchalant to serious.

"How can you be so sure?" Emelie asked.

They were there to track down the mastermind. But now, they were seeing a familiar face, William. Wouldn't it be reasonable to question his involvement?

Lyle answered bluntly, "He wouldn't kidnap or traffic you."

Emelie fell silent, her gaze fixed on the person through the binoculars.

William was standing by a building. He remained still, occasionally glancing at his watch. He looked like he was waiting for someone.

Emelie's breath grew shallow.

Lyle suddenly exclaimed, "Shit! He's getting away!"

Emelie was so focused on William that, only then, she realized that the driver had revved a motorcycle and sped off into the mountains.

down the binoculars and quickly

"Let's go!" she said.

and quickly got into

deeper. As the trees became denser, it eventually blocked

He knew it would be dangerous to stay put. However, it was too

appeared behind their car. They wielded iron rods

wasn't armored, so the window instantly cracked from

Emelie glanced back.

car and continued to reverse,

car's rim. They jammed the wheels, stopping the

his breath, "Damn it! That asshole led us into

shattered and the vehicle immobile, it was no longer safe

car. I'll deal with them," Lyle

and jumped out, kicking one attacker

fingers, as if he was requesting a challenge.

or five attackers immediately rushed

an attacker was hit in the thigh by a crossbow arrow. He screamed and

turned around, realizing Emelie had also gotten out

once was. Over the past three years, she had picked up self-

as a marksman, Emelie and Lyle worked together. However, the attackers outnumbered them. The lighting was poor, and it was difficult for

that, their situation became

guard down for a moment, missing the person sneaking up behind her. The attacker was wielding a metal rod with a