The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 644

Chapter 644 No One Dies

Chapter 644 No One Dies

Yet the content of that secret message could not have been more different.

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What Joaquin had really wanted to say was, “Put a hand on the yoke and the pilot can escape. Quinn, will it be your life… or Julius‘?”

Her answer had been simple: no one dies today.

Once Raymond and Julius–along with the still–entranced Laura–jumped down, Quinn kept one hand on the yoke. Her other hand flew between the miniature computer on her lap and the blinking panels, coding overrides faster than the warning alarms could screech.

Only three minutes remained.

She had no hope of finding the bomb in that sliver of time, let alone defusing it.

All she could do was cheat the detonation clock, trick the onboard system, and bleed altitude -dropping below the mandated thousand–meter ceiling.

Eight hundred… seven hundred… five hundred meters–the numbers tumbled on the altimeter.

Every second, the strain of the rapid descent pressed against her ribs, a crushing invisible fist that dared her to black out.

At best, she managed to persuade the bomb to hesitate–five scant heartbeats and no more.

Five seconds left her no time to wrestle into a parachute.

She kicked open the hatch and hurled herself into the empty sky, trusting that the sea would be kinder than the earth. Behind her, the doomed helicopter kept knifing toward the abandoned stretch of sand that had been plotted as its grave.

Moments later, Raymond landed safely with Julius and Laura. Across the horizon, a dull boom rolled toward them. They swung east–southeast and saw it–an orange fist of flame punching skyward, trailed by a coil of oily smoke.

The bird just blew! Where’s Captain Bridger? Is she ave?

Worry knotted Raymond’s brow. He trusted Quin’s skill, yet five seconds felt cruelly short. Could anyone really cheat death from that altitule?

His comm–unit crackled alive. “Ray, report! What’s happening over there? We’ve lost contact with the captain!” a teammate shouted through the static.

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Raymond answered without hesitation. “The helicopter went down near the deserted beach southeast of us. Initiate immediate search–and–rescue for Quinn. Also, dispatch a vehicle to my location; Julius and Laura require hospital evaluation.”

Once the call ended, Raymond glanced at Julius still unconscious beneath a web of medical

gauze.

Back on the helicopter, the man had tried to stay behind with Quinn, ready to die at her side. If she perished tonight, how would he survive the grief?

And Julius was not merely any husband—he held the reins of the Whitethorn dynasty.

People whispered that madness ran in that bloodline. If he lost Quinn, would he spiral as his father once did?

“No. It won’t come to that,” Raymond muttered, a chill pricking his spine.

He shook himself hard, as though the motion could fling the nightmare away.

Quinn is unbreakable–four years retired or not, she has danced through storms of bullets and lived. She will live tonight too.

The night stretched Gavin’s nerves to their thinnest wire.

When word arrived that Joaquin Whitethorn was dead, he believed the day could not grow darker.

True, the man had earned his fate, yet the Whitethorns had once sheltered the Huxleys, and the loss sat heavy on Gavin’s chest.

“But the universe had another blow waiting: Quinn had vanished. Missing–no clearer word for it.”

The Ministry of Defense reached the blasted shore within minutes, picking through wreckage strewn across sand and floating on the tide, yet Quinn was nowhere to be found.

Military and police vessels now combed the surrounding waters, nets of searchlights sweeping the waves.

Gavin drove straight to the hospital.

The moment Gavin stepped through the sliding doors of the emergency ward, the scent of disinfectant stung his nose, and the fluorescent lights painted everything a sterile white. On the nearest bed lay Julius, motionless beneath a thin hospital blanket, IV drip threaded into the back of his hand. Beside the bed stood a tall, broad–shouldered man in combat fatigues- Raymond Flint, one of Quinn Bridger’s former Falcon Special Forces operatives, the very man who had pulled Julius from the helicopter moments before it exploded.

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