Chapter 1642 Exposed
The woman driving their car covered her eyes briefly as a car came speeding their way.
“Look out!” Vinson yelled while holding Arielle tightly.
Hearing that, the woman spun the wheel, but it was no use. The car had lost control.
Even so, she remained calm.
“The car’s gone out of control. We have to get out!” With that, the three of them unbuckled their
seatbelts, opened the car doors, and hopped out of the vehicle, landing harshly on the ground.
Vinson had shielded Arielle with his arms the whole time, even as his back collided against the floor.
With a grunt, he helped Arielle up, and a loud explosion sounded nearby as the two rose to their feet.
They turned toward the direction of the noise, only to see that the car headed their way before had now
crashed into theirs.
“We have to get out of here now,” Vinson remarked frostily, gazing at the fire.
There was no way this was purely an accident.
Suddenly, the man tackled Arielle to the ground, and a bullet flew above their heads after the sound of
a gunshot.
“I’m their target. I’ve been exposed!” Arielle cried.
The queen mother must be behind this. She’s the only one who’d try to kill me now. I didn’t think she’d
see through my disguise, though.
By the time she whipped out a gun from her pocket, Vinson had already aimed his at their assailant
and pulled the trigger.
He and Arielle both used silencers, and with one shot, their enemy fell to the ground with a thud.
“Are you okay?” Vinson asked in concern, remembering the way he had just pushed Arielle to the
ground.
It was now that the woman realized how her back felt as though it were on fire.
“I’m fine. You protected me well.” She had noticed how he had gone the extra mile to guard her with his
arm.
“Enough chitchat, you two! We have to take cover somewhere. It’s not safe here.”
Arielle and Vinson turned to the woman who had just spoken. Funny. She looks completely fine, apart
from that little scrape on her face. Any regular human being who jumps out of a moving vehicle would
normally sustain injuries far worse than that.
“Who are you, Ira? What do you do?” Arielle peered at the woman solemnly.
Cr*p! They’re growing suspicious of me. Despite feeling frantic deep down, Ira glanced at the two,
looking perplexed. “Why, I’m Ira. I’m just a poor, regular employee.”
“I don’t care if you’re an Ira or Ida, but if you try anything funny with us, we’ll make you regret it for the
rest of your life,” Vinson warned sternly before observing his surroundings and quickly moving forward
with Arielle.
Ira watched the two walk in front of her and followed them, but they never looked back.
Three days later, Nancy announced Dylan’s death, sending the entire country into an uproar.
His Majesty was always in good health. How could he have passed away so suddenly?
Those on Dylan’s side requested that a forensic scientist conducted an autopsy, but Nancy refused.
“There’s no need to alert the forensics,” the latter stated with a pained expression during a meeting on
this day. “I know how Dylan died. He was…”
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