RankNovelJarrod could tell his message had gotten through. He glanced in the rearview mirror and gave a crisp order to the
bodyguard at the wheel. "Ten o'clock. Step on
it."
The bodyguard didn't hesitate. He slammed his foot on the gas, and the SUV shot forward.
From behind, Quinn caught on that Jarrod was still trying to get away. He popped up from the sunroof,
megaphone in hand, his voice amplified and echoing down the empty road. "Sir! You clearly know why I'm here.
Why don't we stop and have a civilized conversation?"
He was enjoying the chase-relishing every second of watching his prey run out of options.
And this prey was none other than the famous Jarrod.
In their circles, that nwas practically legendary. Among the younger generation, there weren't many who
could make headlines and land on prestigious lists. Jarrod was one of the few.
Quinn knew exactly how this would end.
Jarrod had no way out.
Betrayed by someone close, he figured Jarrod must have been feeling desperate.
If not for Jarrod, Quinn might never have realized just how many disasters his Sylvie had stumbled into. And what
really infuriated him was that Jarrod had managed to drag a woman Quinn hadn't even gotten his hands on into
this mess, making her untouchable. The frustration burned in his gut.
He wasn't about to let this loss go unanswered.
Jarrod could hear Quinn's voice, cold and mocking, through the megaphone. He swept a frosty glare across the
rearview mirror but didn't so much as flinch, calmly continuing to direct the bodyguard through the winding
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Quinn laughed. "Still running? I've got people everywhere, Sir. You'd be better off stopping now and saving
yourself the trouble."
His confidence was palpable.
But it didn't last.
Within two minutes, Quinn's expression shifted. Something was wrong. He thought he could make out the faint
thrum of helicopter blades-coming from the direction Jarrod's car was speeding toward.
Quinn's face went pale. "Shit... Hurry! He's got a damn chopper!"
But Jarrod had already reached his destination.
He and the bodyguard jumped out of the car, sprinting across the clearing.
Hovering just overhead, Fleming kept the helicopter low enough for a quick pickup. When he spotted Jarrod and
a Western man running toward him, he cast a glance behind them-no sign of Elodie. His brow creased beneath
his helmet.
The downwash from the rotors whipped dust and debris into the air.
Jarrod didn't slow for a second.
Quinn's car screeched up just as Jarrod made his move. The sight of the helicopter shattered Quinn's composure.
He shouted in fury, "Fire! What the hell are you waiting for?"
In that instant, Fleming's voice crackled through the comms. "Get in! Watch your back!"
Jarrod didn't look back. He grabbed the edge of the helicopter and vaulted inside. A bullet grazed his cheek,
slamming into the metal body just inches from his head.
He scrambled into the cabin, the bodyguard right behind him.
They barely had tto strap in before Fleming pulled the controls, and the helicopter soared upward.
The roar of gunfire and engines below faded into the distance.
As the cabin door slammed shut, Jarrod finally let out a ragged breath, clutching his chest. His injuries hadn't
fully healed, and the sprint had his bones aching with every heartbeat.
Even so, he looked up at Fleming and managed a strained, "Thank you."
Fleming didn't turn around. "Fleming. We've met before."
Jarrod's eyes widened in surprise. After all the twists and turns, it was
Esmeralda's fiancé who'd cto his rescue.
He looked down through the window. The ground below was already shrinking into a blur.
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With Jarrod gone, who would stop him from collecting?
But now, with Jarrod alive and on the run, trouble was only just beginning.
Damn it! How was he supposed to know Jarrod had a helicopter waiting for him?
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