Chapter 1389:


    He managed only a few steps before a faint voice called to him. “Maxwell…”


    Soft as a whisper, yet it struck him like lightning.


    He halted abruptly. When he turned and saw Marisa, his eyes widened in shock.


    He sprinted toward her. Marisa was slumped on the floor, face deathly pale, blood pouring from her leg. A stray bullet had struck her.


    Something inside Maxwell felt like it tore open.


    “Marisa!” He dropped to his knees, pressing his hands over her wound, his fingers shaking with the pressure. “Stay with me. I’ll get you to the hospital.”


    “I… I didn’t drink the champagne,” she murmured, voice weak but still stubborn. “Oh no… I can’t seem to stand.” She tried to push herself up, only to copse again.


    Maxwell immediately hoisted her onto his back. “Don’t move. I’m taking you to the hospital.”


    Not far away, Ethany on the floor, face drained of color, consumed by guilt.


    Marisa had shoved him aside. Otherwise, he would’ve been the one shot.


    Meanwhile, Maia was already in the helicopter with the tactical team, her eyes burning red.


    A hundred questions wed at her, but she gave voice to none. Saving Chris was all that mattered now. As the helicopter lifted off, she gripped the rail beside the stretcher as if clinging to her final hope.


    The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse saw the aircraft rising and snapped into action.


    Grayson called out, “Erase everything!”


    gue, Famine, and War mobilized instantly, sweeping their squads into motion. They didn’t spare a thought for the fleeing guests—once every trace of their presence was wiped away, any testimony could be dismissed as panic-induced illusion. By the time the police arrived, every ount would be muddled and unreliable.


    Years ofrge-scale operations had taught them to leave nothing behind.


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    Meanwhile, Ss—one foot bare and frantic—was bolting away. He hadn’t gotten far before he mmed into a woman. He stumbled back with a pained hiss and snapped without looking, “Are you blind?”


    The woman didn’t respond.


    Ss scrambled to his feet—only to hear something tter. His phone slipped from his pocket and skidded to a stop at the woman’s feet.


    He lunged for it instantly.


    But she moved faster. She bent down and lifted it before he could touch it.


    Ss’s face drained of color. “Give me my phone!”


    But the woman slowly raised her head.


    Her eyes were blown wide, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Austen’s phone… Why do you have it?”


    Ss froze. That voice—he knew it.


    The woman he’d crashed into was Rosanna.


    A sharp, icy breath tore out of him. A wave of cold dread washed over him.


    Ss blinked hard, panic tightening his features. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”


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