Frozen, Nicole was swiftly pulled into the underbrush in the opposite direction.
They hit the ground, the man propping himself on his elbow above Nicole. Nicole looked up into his clear, piercing eyes.
Her eyes wide, Nicole was about to say something when the man pressed his hand against her Lips to silence her.
Just then, they overheard the walkie-talkie crackle. “Number one, any situation over there?”
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The bodyguard with the code name number one peered into the bushes.
Nicole had considered for hiding and responded, “No situation. Likely just a neighbor heading home.”
As the footsteps receded, the tension in the air eased.
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Nicole, her eyes brimming with shock, managed to stammer, “Roscoe, how did you…”
Without a word, Roscoe picked up a cane to support himself before reaching out to help Nicole get up.
That was when Nicole noticed the severe injury on Roscoe’s right wrist, which clearly hadn’t healed yet.
After getting up, Nicole was led to approach an MVP car nearby.
Walking beside Roscoe, Nicole saw that not only was his right wrist injured, but he also limped on his left leg, making each step a struggle for him.
A twinge of sympathy struck Nicole, and she asked, “Roscoe, where are we going?”
“Just get in the car,” Roscoe replied.
After getting in the car, Roscoe lowered his head and reached out.
“Hand me the keys.”
“Keys?”
“Yes, hand them over.”
Confused, Nicole gave Roscoe her car keys. She watched as Roscoe retrieved her luggage and returned to the MVP car.
Then, Roscoe shut the car door and joined her in the back seat, asking, “Were you planning to fly? You can’t. I had a buddy create a fake flight record for you. I also canceled Austin’s flight and arranged a ride to the place you mentioned.”
He glanced at his watch and added, “They should be on their way now.”
Nicole blinked and slowly grasped his intention to help her. “Roscoe, this is madness! Don’t get involved in this anymore. Hurry, get away before we’re seen…”
While Nicole spoke, she tried to open the car door, but it was Locked.
Roscoe held her wrist firmly, insisting, “We’re leaving together.”