Before long, a rumble echoed from outside. The incessant sound of bullets filled the air. The gang leader, originally intending to rest for a moment, jolted up from the worn-out sofa at the noise.
"What's going on?!"
Yasmine's eyes, previously half-closed, slowly opened, revealing an unflappable calmness despite the chaos outside.
Wendy, on the other hand, was startled out of her wits. Sure, she had some experience with weapons from her time at the shooting range, but she had never been involved in a real-life gunfight. She still cringed at the memory of her last embarrassing encounter at the ranch.
"Boss, it's those guys that woman brought!"
"Damn it!"d2
The gang leader shot Wendy a venomous glance before charging out with his men.
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Inside the villa, Chloe clung to Damon, not letting him leave. Damon decided to stay by her side, as she seemed to have drifted off to sleep. Gently stroking Chloe's smooth cheek, he noticed she had put on a little weight since he last saw her. He had often heard her joke about being fattened up like a pig by her mother, and now, he felt grateful for it.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a call from Nate. He hung up immediately and sent him a text instead. [What's up?]
Nate's reply came quickly. [Sir, Mr. Stanley and his men have located them, and a fight has broken out.]
Damon's brow furrowed, but before he could react, another message from Nate arrived. [Shall we provide backup depending on the situation?]
In Nate's view, this decision was entirely up to Damon. It was a somewhat callous and ruthless plan, unabashedly devoid of conscience.
If Stanley's men were winning, they'd let them continue, regardless of the effort involved. If they were losing, they'd timely step in to ensure Yasmine was rescued unscathed. It was indeed a rather heartless plan.
Having read the message, Damon paused for a moment, then replied, [Arrange it immediately.]
With just those few words, Nate understood Damon’s intention. Quite surprising, he thought, but with no time to ponder, he went off to carry out the order.
Damon glanced at Chloe, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, as he considered his next move. Deciding to leave alone, he tried to gently pull his arm away, only to be held back.
Chloe slowly opened her eyes, gazing at him. "Where are you going?"
Damon pursed his lips. "You weren't sleeping?"
"I was." Chloe sat up on the bed. "But I'm not so callous as to sleep soundly."
With her mother in the hands of others, how could she sleep peacefully? If it weren't for her current physical condition, she wouldn't be lying docilely in bed.
She glanced out the window. The night was still pitch black, so she hadn't slept for long.
Brushing her hair aside, she questioned, "It's still early, where are you going?"
Her face showed signs of fatigue, but her eyes were clear, as if she had already discerned the reason behind his actions.
Damon thought he saw reproach in her eyes. He had promised her, yet now, he was going back on his word. He picked up her down jacket from the side, silently helping her put it on, then carried her downstairs. "We're going to find your mother."
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