Chapter 1350
Interrupting her train of thought, Marcus said, “I want to be with you.”
Then he fixed his deep gaze upon her.
Millie was taken aback and moved by his words. They felt sweeter to her than any declaration of love ever could.
His words also filled Millie with newfound strength. Disregarding their audience, she responded, “I want to be with you, too. I’ve missed you so much.”
Back in Preagend, she had constantly checked the time and the weather, anxious about why he hadn’t returned yet. The rain had particularly unnerved her.
As she had suspected, he had indeed run into trouble.
Leaning against his sturdy shoulder, Millie drifted off to sleep.
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Meanwhile, on the side of the highway, one of Ryan’s men climbed into a car and reported to him, “Mr. Morgan, we lost two more men in the recent gunfight.”
A chill crept into Ryan’s eyes as he responded, “After this is over, give them a dignified burial.”
“Yes, sir. It was an unusual firefight. It seemed they were trying to escort a woman to that room.”
Ryan frowned, puzzled by the situation.
“Did you get a good look at the shooter and the woman?” he asked.
“No, it was too dark to see their faces clearly. However, I did find a shell casing.”
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
Ryan took the shell casing from him and studied its details.
It belonged to an M2@0Q0 pistol, Harlan’s weapon of choice. Based on the information he had gathered, the shooter was most certainly Harlan.
Just then, a sudden burst of bright light illuminated the area as three SUVs pulled up beside them.
Ryan and his men immediately went on high alert.
His subordinate gripped his weapon tightly, his concern evident. “This is odd. Why would these vehicles show up at this time? Could they be Marcus’ people?”
The SUV doors swung open, and a team of men dressed in black, armed uniforms stepped out. They then proceeded to open the trunks and unload several boxes.
Upon opening one of the boxes, they revealed it was full of firearms and ammunition magazines.
The subordinate’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Damn, that’s enough firepower to level a mountain. Mr. Morgan, what’s our next move? We can’t tell if they’re friend or foe.”
Narrowing his eyes, Ryan peered into the leading car. Suddenly, the front door of the leading vehicle swung open, and a man stepped out, revealing his face.
Ryan was stunned at the sight of the face.