Chapter 1274:

Uncomfortable, Lydia looked at him and said, “You should see yourself right now. You’re practically see-through.”

Her gaze dropped to the deck before he could respond. Even after everything, worry for him tugged at her, and she didn’t know how to hide it.

Jeffry, smiling with genuine relief, tried to reassure her. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

It was the first time since their breakup that she’d willingly spoken to him, and her words were about his well-being. How could he not be thrilled?

With a wave of her hands, Lydia brushed off the moment. “I’m not worried about you. I’m just thinking about Elena. If you die, she’ll be heartbroken.” Rather than argue, Jeffry’s mouth lifted in a gentle smile, letting the comment stand. Just having her by his side calmly was enough.

At the mention of Elena, Lydia’s thoughts slipped away, worry rising as she wondered about her friend’s fate.

Elsewhere, a sharp gust cut across the waves, bringing a new chill to the air. Having only just escaped the rebels’ grip, Elena shivered. Wesley noticed and slipped his coat over her shoulders, drawing her near for warmth.

Neither the Royal Guards nor the rebel fighters stood a chance against the ruthless operatives of Abyss Cell.

Wasting no time, Arion steered his deadly team to sweep up what few enemies remained.

With the helicopter parked on the lawn, Wesley held Elena close as they boarded.

Without warning, Elena stopped him. “Hold on,” she said.

Wesley stopped at once, searching her face for a clue to what had changed. No explanation came. Elena simply slipped out of his arms, her eyes hard with determination. She refused to let this final opportunity for revenge slip past. Torin and the few remaining men chased after them. From a distance of several dozen meters, Elena raised her gun.

Torin spotted her movement.

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Their gazes collided, a cold determination flashing in Elena’s eyes. Bang! A shot rang out.

Elena’s lips formed silent words, each one laced with venom, spoken with deliberate precision: “Go straight to hell, Torin.”

This moment would settle every debt Torin had accumulated with the islanders, all accounts balanced in a single, devastating blow.

Elena’s finger tightened around the trigger, unwavering and filled with certainty. The gunshot cracked through the air like thunder.

The bullet tore through Torin’s shoulder, sending shockwaves through his body as pain exploded in a fiery torrent, shattering bone and clouding his thoughts. Yet, his gaze remained fixed on Elena’s retreating form, never wavering as she vanished into the plane with Wesley by her side.

His men tensed, expecting an eruption of fury, but instead, Torin’s unexpected laughter sent a chill through them.

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