Chapter 681
Khloe’s hands were icy, trembling uncontrollably
“We’re going to the hospital right now,” Nick said sharply, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Just hold on.”
“No-” Khloe’s voice faltered, weak but firm. “I’m fine. First, we need to find Ryan. Whatever’s happening over there… It’s not good.
“No, we need to go to the hospital,” Nick gritted out, trying to reason with her.
“Nick, there’s no time! We have to find Ryan first-or he’ll die…” Khloe’s words were cut off by the staccato crack of gunfire from behind. Another car was tailing them.
These people had gone completely insane. Heading toward a crowded place now would only make things worse.
Nick clenched his jaw, stealing a quick glance at Khloe’s pale face, then at the headlights closing in from the rearview mirror. With a hard twist of the wheel, he shot the car toward the coordinates Noah had marked.
He drove like a man possessed, tires screeching, almost lifting off the asphalt as he weaved and swerved, desperate to shake their pursuers.
Khloe bit her lip so hard it bled.
Time ticked by, and the tailing car seemed to fall back. Relief hit them like a wave.
They finally got confirmation from Lenny that Arista had been secured by the police and was safe. Everyone else was also okay.
The attackers were now wanted criminals, and their people were racing to find Ryan at the same time.
Nick had reported their route to the authorities, and Khloe updated Henry in full detail. There was no way he would allow Clarice to continue orchestrating such a deadly plot-help would surely come.
But to be safe, Khloe also reached out to Ralph.
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