Chapter 1268:

Jeffry snatched his coat and strode toward the door with purpose blazing in every step. “Arrange for a private jet to be prepared for immediate departure. I’m flying to Yoswye.”

Elvin’s voice carried a note of hesitation. “Mr. Harper, the board meeting scheduled for this afternoon—”

Jeffry cut him off. “You’ll remain here and handle it in my absence. If anything urgent arises, contact my father directly.”

Jeffry had already reached the threshold when Malcolm’s footsteps echoed behind him. “I’m joining you!”

Malcolm pulled out his phone with swift determination. “I’ll call Larry immediately to organize the work. We’ll travel to Yoswye together!”

To Malcolm, Wesley was his dearest friend, Elena commanded his deepest admiration, and Lydia held Jeffry’s heart. He couldn’t remain idle while they were all in such peril.

Malcolm swiftly organized the Johnson Group’s urgent matters and boarded the private jet alongside Jeffry.

Once airborne, both men mobilized every resource at their disposal to gather intelligence on Yoswye’s current situation.

Since reuniting with Lydia, Jeffry had secretly arranged for a protection detail to shadow her every move. His operatives were already positioned in Yoswye, tracking her progress. The moment the plane entered Yoswye’s airspace, Jeffry’s phone buzzed with an urgent update. “Miss Hunt is currently drawing the Royal Guard away by piloting a helicopter over the open sea, engaging in a dangerous aerial confrontation.”

Jeffry’s command was swift and decisive. “Change course toward the open sea immediately!”

Above the vast expanse of the sea, five planes pursued a lone aircraft ahead.

Lydia glanced into the mirror, spotting the swarm behind her. She jerked the controls, veering sharply to the left. The nearest plane tipped sideways, narrowly avoiding a nose-first plunge into the water.

A smug grin spread across her face. Did they really think they had a chance? Dream on. She twisted her aircraft into a tight spin, skimming past another jet that jolted off-course, clearly shaken.

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With steady hands, Lydia executed a series of precise, calculated maneuvers. The planes behind her wobbled out of sync, unsure which way to go.

Confident she’d thrown them off, she prepared to lose them once and for all.

She pushed the throttle forward, the engine roaring as she surged toward land.

But just then, a plane from the southeast spiraled out of control, racing straight toward her.

Lydia spotted the threat and tried to divert, but she was a second too slow.

The planes collided, their wings clipping each other. A thunderous crash reverberated across the sky, flames bursting from the wreckage, visible from far across the sea.

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