The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1851

The convoy, now just two rugged SUVs, raced down the highway to Ravenshade, their once-impenetrable exteriors battered and dented. Behind them, relentless pursuers were closing in, ready to ram them off the road at any moment.

For Reid and his team, reaching Ravenshade was their only shot at safety, but they still had over ten kilometers to go. The pursuing cars were gaining fast. Within minutes, Reid's vehicle took another hit. Glass shattered, slicing past his ear, leaving a bloody trail.

Just as he regained control to avoid crashing through the highway barrier, one of the chasing vehicles cut them off, completely blocking the road.

Reid muttered a curse, slammed his fist on the wheel, and had no choice but to brake. Men spilled out of the blocking car, armed to the teeth, their weapons pointed straight at Reid and his team. Any wrong move would surely provoke gunfire.

Reid's face was grim as he stared at the black gun barrels outside.

"Get out," a deep, commanding voice ordered.

Reid looked up at the man approaching, his presence radiating danger—clearly a professional hitman. Yet, Reid showed no fear and didn't move to exit the vehicle. His fingers lightly hovered over the weapon at his waist.

The man seemed to sense Reid's intentions, chuckling softly as he lifted his gun. A shot echoed, and one of Reid's men in the backseat slumped lifelessly.

Reid's eyes darkened with anger, shocked by their attackers' audacity.

A few seconds later, Reid let go of his weapon and stepped out. Dan, still conscious in the passenger seat, tried to stop him but was forcibly dragged out too.

"Where is she?" The man who'd fired pressed his weapon to Reid's forehead as soon as he stepped out.

In the next instant, a bullet sliced through the air, hitting the man poised to shoot Reid right between the eyes. He fell before realizing what happened.

The other hitmen surrounding Reid were swiftly taken down by precise shots, leaving only those still in the car. Realizing the tables had turned, they sped off in retreat.

Reid looked up at the black chopper circling above.

Several figures stood at the open door of the aircraft, too far to make out their faces but exuding an imposing presence.

Reid felt no relief from his narrow escape; instead, his wariness grew. Friend or foe, he couldn't yet tell.