Chapter 1246


    Yasmine was sitting calmly on the bed, her face showing no sign of illness. At that moment, she was


    slowly turning her head, fixing her gaze on Damon, her expression indifferent.


    Her back was straight, with no unnecessary movements, yet her unique elegance was still evident.


    She watched him in silence, her bright eyes seemingly filled with natural wisdom.


    “Who are you? Why are you looking for me?" After a while, she spoke slowly, her voice devoid of


    panic.


    So, this was Chloe''s mother.


    Outside the window, the roar of a helicopter was audible, along with intermittent gunshots and the


    mor of voices.


    The scene was terrifying, as anyone could tell just by the sounds.


    Even in the face of “terrorists” breaking in, she remained calm and collected. Indeed, as people


    said, she was different from the rest.


    Without any hesitation, Damon approached her. Then, he bowed to her, saying, "I''m sorry we had to


    meet under these circumstances. I''m Damon, Chloe''s fiancée..."


    "Sir, the president ising!"


    Damon''s expression changed. He turned to Yasmine, whose expression finally showed some signs


    of fluctuation, and said, "I''m sorry, but I have to take you away now."


    “Okay.’ Unexpectedly, she responded so quickly. But Damon didn''t hesitate and bent down to lift


    Yasmine into his arms.


    “I''m sorry.’ Holding Yasmine, he ran towards the rooftop, Boyd''s voice following him from behind.


    “Yasmine!"


    Damon could feel the woman in his arms tremble slightly.


    “Let''s go.” She spoke, her face emotionless except for the coldness.


    "Stop!"


    Damon certainly didn''t stop. The wind from the helicopter blew his suit, making a rustling sound.


    Just in front of Damon was the helicopter. Boyd''s angry voicended like a heavy weight.


    “I told you to stop!"


    Yasmine''s gaze passed over Damon''s shoulder,nding on the man holding a gun in the distance.


    The strong wind tousled his hair. His usually gentle face was now filled with rage and madness. She


    tightened her grip on Damon''s shoulder.


    “Yasmine,e back."


    Boyd''s voice became hoarse as he met Yasmine''s gaze.


    Those unwavering eyes that had been indifferent to him for the past six years.


    First, it was a serious illness, then, even when she got better, she didn''t show much emotion


    towards him. But he was okay with that. As long as he was by her side, he could see her.


    In the end, Yasmine didn''t say a word, her eyes still devoid of any ripples. She slowly withdrew her


    gaze.


    That process, perhaps onlysted a second, or maybe even half a second. But it was enough to


    shatter a heart in an instant.


    Boyd swayed slightly, pain shing in his eyes. "Yasmine, don''t push me.’ His voice was deep and


    mad.


    Damon nced at Yasmine, her face showing no emotional fluctuations. He suddenly felt a chill in


    his heart. But now, he couldn''t afford to think too much.


    “L order you to let her go!"


    Suddenly, a shout full of anger came from behind, followed by several gunshots. No one at the


    scene expected that the always polite man, the national leader of B Country, would actually open


    fire.


    Although barging into the presidential pce and firing wildly could lead to serious charges, if


    someone were to actually die by Boyd''s hand, the controversy it would spark as a national leader


    would be incalcble.


    What''s more, Damon was not only a foreigner but also an influential figure.


    The border between B Country and Y Country was a battleground for the so-called good forces of


    the two countries.


    There were those forced by life, those with independent stances, and those with different beliefs.


    Among these people, we couldn''t estimate how many ruthless ones there were. Their ruthlessness


    couldn''t be summed up in a few words. They needed to be controlled, but the ones who could truly


    control them were not their respective countries, but a rebel leader they called Erebus.


    In their eyes, Erebus was like an omnipotent god. Few people had really seen him, but every time


    they heard his name, they felt fear.


    Arms dealers, no matter where or when, were always love-hate figures. They were despised behind


    their backs but had to be ttered in person. If they were offended, any slight deviation in the


    selection of arms purchases could lead to irreparable losses.


    Internal chaos, and imbnce of arms forces between countries, these issues were all particrly


    important.


    But arms dealers were businessmen. They couldn''t prevent them from doing business, so the things


    they sold were all to maintain the existing bnce.


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    The rise and fall of a country almost entirely depended on these arms dealers. It was simply


    impossible to control them!


    Thew had no effect here.


    In this world, besides ck and white, there was also a gray area. In this area, as long as you had


    enough courage, money, and power, you could be a strong person.


    The strong were respected!


    Erebus was like this, he was the master of this gray area.


    And as one of the few national leaders of B Country who knew Erebus’ true identity, Boyd was now


    shooting at Erebus.


    Nate never thought that Boyd would actually open fire.


    Although Damor''s stance was very clear. He wasn''t Erebus, but the executive of the Harper Group.


    As a husband, he was fulfilling his wife''s wish to bring her mother home before their wedding.


    But no matter how clear his stance was, his identity, power, and status would never change!


    Boyd, had he gone mad?


    Damon was shot in the shoulder. A low groan made Yasmine''s calm eyes narrow slightly.


    “Boyd!” Suddenly, she spoke. Her voice was cold and calm, not loud, but enough to calm the nearly


    out-of-control Boyd.


    "Yasmine,e back"


    “I''m going back to P City, my daughter is waiting for me there.


    “Come back, Herschel will bring her to you"


    “She''s getting hitched; Yasmine said casually, a faint smile yed on her lips. "Boyd, it''s the biggest


    day in a woman''s life, something you might not quite get."


    Boyd''s pupils shrank instantly.


    “I''m gonna be there for my daughter''s most crucial moment.


    Don''t try to stop me, you ain''t got the right."


    With that, she lifted her gaze to Damon, her eyes sliding past his shoulder.


    “You still here? You wanna keep your arm or what? You fancy being a cripple?"


    A glint of emotion shed in Damon''s deep-set eyes. He looked at her intently, then scooped her up


    and onto the helicopter.