Chapter: 195

"Who instructed you to come here?" Norah asked. This was the road to her home. It was evident that someone had orchestrated this meticulously.

"Does Mylo or Juan ring a bell?" Approaching Norah with a knife in hand, the girl's breath brushed against Norah's face. "They answer to me."

Norah's heart skipped a beat. So, the girl was from Fox Alliance?

How did they discover she was responsible for Mylo’s and Juan's deaths?

“Care to guess why there's such a crowd gathered here for you today? Because I didn't want history to repeat itself. And thanks to your generosity, you had walked right into our trap." The girl chuckled as her men emerged one by one. Over twenty burly figures lurked in the shadows of the forest, clearly organized.

The chill of the blade against Norah's neck was palpable, and the menacing presence of the men before her was undeniable.

“You're coming with me." The girl pressed the blade closer, her tone fierce. "You, tie her up and bring her back."

Instantly, two men approached Norah, brandishing hemp ropes, steadily advancing toward Norah.

In the darkness, a tragedy loomed.

As the girl retracted her knife and took a step back, the men began binding Norah's wrists.

Suddenly, Norah sprang into action, seizing one man by the neck and delivering a swift kick to another's groin.

The girl was directing commands at the injured men, but when she heard the commotion, she swiftly turned and saw the unfolding scene.

"Catch her!"

Norah had managed to break free from the ropes and was darting away.

At that moment, Norah was thankful she hadn't worn high heels today.

She ran fast, with the men in pursuit.

After a prolonged chase, Norah tasted the metallic tang of blood in her mouth, her breath ragged. She focused on regulating her breathing, determined not to give herself away. The consequences of being recaptured by them would be dire.

Spotting her white car parked by the roadside in the distance, she glimpsed a glimmer of hope. Her only stroke of Luck was that none of those men carried firearms, or she might have been shot dead already. Can't any of you catch up to a girl? Run faster!"

A pack of men trailed after Norah. If anyone had witnessed the scene, they would have been astounded.

The wind howled relentlessly. As the metallic scent of blood filled Norah's mouth, its intensity grew. Her breath became ragged from the exertion of running. The pursuers, hot on her heels, were on the verge of closing in.

In a swift motion, she dashed toward her vehicle, retrieved the car key, and unlocked the door.

Norah's tranquility shattered as a man lunged toward her, his dagger grazing her back. A surge of agony coursed through her body, causing her face to freeze in shock. The hand that had just opened the door now quivered uncontrollably.

Undeterred by the pain shooting through her shoulder, she clenched her teeth and forcefully kicked the assailant aside. With a resounding slam, she shut the door and ignited the car's engine.

The vehicle swiftly accelerated, resembling an arrow released from its bowstring. The frustrated pursuers could only watch the white car fade into the distance.