Only by destroying Dark Shadows Society's headquarters could they scatter the spies, leaving them without leaders and severing their communication network. Donald thrust a bundle of diplomatic papers toward Nathan. "Take a look at these. They're all condemnations from Dorzania. Other nations are joining in, imposing sanctions, and fighting back. There are surely more to follow!" Nathan's fury ignited. "Your diplomatic efforts have been great. You were playing both sides, avoiding trouble, and turning a blind eye to incompetence and corruption. All those have led Norvania into decline. "You should really step down," Nathan spat the final words before striding off without a backward glance. Donald's face blanched with anger, but he felt powerless. He carried the title of the president, but Nathan held the might of the military. Even as the outgoing leader, Donald had to tread cautiously around Nathan. Exiting Tacker Manor, Cole hurried to catch up to Nathan, his demeanor tense
Mila's unwavering gaze held steady, exuding confidence as she asserted, "Oliver, you can't kill Nate. You're not even close to being his match." Oliver's sneer deepened, tears staining his flushed cheeks. His laughter turned sinister, and his expression hardened as he gripped Mila's chin, forcing her to meet his icy stare. "You're right. I'm not his match. He's a defense general in Norvania, and I'm just an ordinary guy. "But with you by my side, Chubs, I have the upper hand." Mila's chuckle was laced with ice, devoid of fear. "Even so, you still can't take him down." "You're wrong. I can do it right now," Oliver declared with unwavering conviction. Mila's heart plummeted, anxiety tightening its grip, making it hard for her to swallow. Fear and unease consumed her thoughts. Oliver's tone softened as he spoke, "Put the child down. I'll take you to him." At that moment, the color drained from Mila's face, her shock evident as her heart raced. "Could it be real? Has Oliver t
"You'll always love him and never truly forget him if I spare him." Oliver rose to his feet and commanded, "Fire! Kill him!" "No!" Mila's cry was filled with sorrow. The gunfire erupted, and a dozen of bullets struck Nathan. Blood soaked the grass as his tall figure fell forward, tumbling into the prepared pit. Mila felt powerless, crawling forward on her knees. Her heart felt as though it had been ripped apart, the agony piercing her bones. Every limb of hers felt numb and her stomach twisted in torment, making it hard for her to breathe. "Nate..." she cried out. There was no strength left for her to approach Nathan's body. The icy wind pierced her skin, and the relentless rain drenched her. The armed men lowered their weapons and exchanged them for shovels, starting to bury the body. Oliver strode toward Mila, seizing her with a forceful grip, his voice thundering, "He's gone, and your love for him dies with him!" Mila broke free, stumbling forward until her strength ga
"It's risky for the three of us to leave together. We need to find a safer way out of Norvania," Oliver muttered to himself, his voice oddly composed. "If only I could find someone to help me now, things would be much simpler." "Kill me," Mila's voice, drained of strength, resonated with sorrow. Oliver gently countered, "How could I bear to kill you?" Mila lowered her hand and walked back into the house like a soulless being. "Even if you don't kill me, I'll kill you, any chance, any time." A faint smile played on Oliver's lips as he asserted confidently, "Your son is still in my hands. If you don't want him dead, you'll listen to me." Mila's complexion turned pallid, her expression worn out. She sat down on the bed, wordlessly lying down and pulling the blanket over herself. Closing her eyes, tears trickled down her cheeks, soaking the pillow beneath her.She endured. But the pain in her heart grew unbearable and uncontrollable, suffocating her. She pulled the blanket i
However, Oliver doubted Daniel's ability to kill Nathan. The following day, around noon, Oliver received a video from Daniel. In the footage, Nathan lay motionless in a pool of blood, a sharp blade dangerously close to his heart, his complexion pale. Oliver watched the video repeatedly, detecting no signs of editing or staging. It stirred something within him. He settled in the living room, anticipation tugging at him. Every ten minutes, he refreshed the trending topics, waiting for news. An hour later, headlines about the assassination of Norvania's Defense General flooded the trending lists. Oliver's excitement surged as he avidly scrolled through the news. The reports confirming Nathan's death hailed from reliable, reputable sources. Clutching his phone tightly, Oliver rose joyfully, pacing the living room while eagerly devouring online news. He never fathomed that Daniel would go through with the act of killing his own brother. His resolve was truly formidable and O
After the rain, the sky cleared, leaving behind a serene atmosphere. Mila stood on the balcony of the second floor, her gaze fixed on the new grave in the distance. She felt as though her heart had been buried alongside Nathan. Glancing back at Jasper sleeping soundly in bed, despair gripped her once more. She still had to find a way to take Jasper away from here. Mila's heart ached, her complexion pale and her tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She wiped them away and returned to the room, lifting Jasper gently into her arms to seek solace in his warmth. Suddenly, she heard some strange commotion downstairs. Hurriedly placing Jasper back in bed, she wiped her eyes once more before cautiously opening the door. Listening intently, she heard nothing out of the ordinary. Perhaps it was Oliver returning. Mila stepped outside and as she descended, she froze at the sight of a familiar figure before her. A whirlwind of emotions swept through her, shock, excitement, and sadness.
Mila was startled. Her tear-filled eyes turned to Cole in excitement. Nathan's voice rang out anxiously, "What's wrong? Are Chubs and Jasper safe?" Cole replied, "They're safe, Mr. Morrison." Mila couldn't wait any longer. She rushed over, snatching Cole's phone with trembling hands. Her voice choked with emotion as she uttered, "Nate." Nathan's gentle voice flowed through the phone. "I'm sorry, Chubs, for all the trouble you've endured these past few days." Mila bit her lip, her hand pressed tightly over her mouth, restraining tears of relief and joy. At that moment, all her past sufferings seemed insignificant. As long as Nathan was alive, nothing else mattered."Are you and Jasper alright?" Nathan's concern was palpable in his anxious tone. Mila took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before replying, "Both of us are fine." "The news online is all fabricated. Don't worry. I can't show up at the moment, so I can't come to rescue you." "No, please don't come." Mi
In the afternoon, Daniel escorted Oliver to the airport. Oliver's boarding process was seamless. With a friendly smile, Daniel bid farewell to Oliver as the aircraft took off. Oliver felt a sense of freedom wash over him, knowing he could now reunite with Mila in a distant land. After half an hour of flight, the plane began its descent. Oliver surveyed his surroundings, noticing a discrepancy with the typical airport. "Where are we?" he inquired, a hint of nervousness tainting his voice. "The airport," came the pilot's reply. Oliver persisted, "Which airport is this?" Yet, the pilot maintained his silence.Growing increasingly flustered, Oliver pressed further, "How can this be an airport? It's so small!"Upon touchdown and the pilot's unbuckled seatbelt, he uttered, "The prison's airport." With that, he swiftly exited the aircraft and headed toward the prison compound. With a pallid complexion and frantic demeanor, Oliver rushed to the cockpit, but his limited aviation