The legendary stories of Alyssa and Jasper had spread far and wide. Of course, Finnegan had heard of them. Now that he was finally about to meet them in person, he couldn't stop his heart from racing.
"Finnegan, if I survive tonight, I hope we can stand side-by-side in court in the days to come. Let's testify against Justin and Sheryl and expose their horrendous crimes," Remy said.
He smiled again, even wider than before. He had never smiled at the base. Only now did Finnegan realize how genuine and bright Remy looked when he did.
He continued, "If I don't make it out of here tonight, please seek retribution against them on my behalf. Can you do that?"
Holding back his tears, Finnegan replied, "Remy, if you want my word… then you have to make sure you get out of here alive."
A shrill, bone-chilling whistle tore through the air, hurtling toward them.
"Be careful!"
Thanks to his quick reflexes, Remy shoved Finnegan aside. "They're here for us. Go, quickly! Otherwise, we are all going to die here!"
Finnegan steeled himself, tightened his hold on Amber, and sprinted down the mountain with all his strength.
Veins throbbing at his temples, Remy slipped behind a tree. A split second later, consecutive shots struck the ground beside him.
Several subordinates in protective suits advanced slowly, guns raised, their muzzles sweeping in different directions. Two beams of harsh light cut across the top of Remy's head and scanned the area around him.
Without warning, he leaned forward. His piercing gaze was unnervingly steady—terrifyingly so.
Three consecutive gunshots were fired, and three subordinates collapsed instantly.
"He's over there! Fire in that direction!"
"Jasper, Cyrus, Alyssa…"
He closed his eyes, murmuring each name etched deep in his heart through his pale lips. A faint smile of relief curved across his face. "It seems I was never meant to stand by your side in this life."
If there were another life after this… he would want to be part of their family. A true blood relative. If only he were given another chance.
Just as Remy prepared to rush out for one final, suicidal counterattack, a violent gust swept through the forest.
A thunderous roar followed from above, heavy with terrifying authority. The gale forced the gunmen to stagger backward, making it nearly impossible for them to keep their eyes open.
Standing firm against the wind, Remy gathered his strength and lifted his head toward the helicopter hovering overhead.
In the next second, his dark eyes flared with light. His pupils trembled as he caught sight of Jasper's bright gaze.

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