?Chapter 545: Elsewhere, Ritchie had been on the heels of the location trackers signal, pushing his limits, but fate seemed to mock him.


    He arrived just moments toote.


    There, on the cold, hard ground, Clinty semi-conscious, his breaths shallow andbored.


    Nearby, Tiffany was caught under a relentless assault, her attackers showing no mercy as they stomped down on her mercilessly.


    Eight hours earlier, Clint had set off after receiving a location tracker from Rhys.


    During his urgent journey, he had tried to contact Kareem not once but thrice, only to be met with the hollow void of unanswered calls.


    In the Sanderson family, Kareem alone had the clout to call in military reinforcements.


    Hesitant to drag his other siblings into the fray and wary of the potential repercussions, Clint chose discretion over disclosure.


    He reached out to a trusted friend instead, pleading for a setup of strategic roadblocks to thwart the menacing men in ck.


    Meanwhile, inside the speeding car, tension was palpable.


    Lindsays anxiety was spiking.


    She frantically pulled at Tiffanys sleeve, her voice sharp with urgency as she addressed the impassive leader sitting in the passenger seat.


    Are you blind? Theres a roadblock straight ahead! We need to switch routes now, or were all caught! Lindsays voice cracked under the strain.


    You might survive being captured, but if they recognize me, none of us stand a chance! The leader, cool and detached, turned to face Lindsay with a chilling gaze.


    galnov??s keeps you updated Miss Morgan, youve yed your part.


    The next steps are not your concern, he stated tly, signaling the driver with a nod.


    In response, the vehicle surged forward, the sudden eleration catching Lindsay unprepared.


    She was jolted back, her body mming against the drivers seat.


    As Lindsay opened her mouth to unleash a tirade, the shocking sight of the car barreling into the police-manned roadblock cut her short.


    The officers braced, ready to intercept.


    Her face tensed abruptly, and she backed away, her entire frame shaking violently, down to the twitching muscles along her jawline.


    Fear enveloped her.


    Yet, the fear was fleeting.


    Within moments, her demeanor shifted dramatically as she observed the men in ck ruthlessly firing at innocent passersby.


    Her eyes gleamed with a morbid fascination.


    Another shot.


    The way the blood sprays, its mesmerizing! she eximed, her lips curling into a wicked smile.


    Lindsays intense and bloodshot eyes then fixed on Tiffany, whoy unconscious beside her.


    A sinister grin spread across her face.


    Hand me a gun.


    Im itching to feel the ssh of blood on my face… The leader in the front passenger seat shot her a chilling nce.


    Enraged, Lindsay seized his cor.


    And who are you to deny me? Give it here! she demanded, tightening her grip around the leaders throat, her nails sinking into his skin.


    Unfazed, the leader didnt even flinch.


    With a steady hand, he pried Lindsays fingers off.


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