Chapter 1358:
“It’s alright. I’m here,” Myron murmured, rubbing her back gently.
Brandon pushed himself up—and froze at the sight.
Before he could even process what was happening, Myron grabbed a nearby chair and hurled it at him.
Bang!
Brandon barely dodged in time. The chair shattered as it slammed into the floor.
When he looked up again, Myron had already lifted Millie into his arms and was carrying her out of the room.
Brandon lunged for the keys on the side table and sprinted down the stairs, desperate to catch them.
Myron already had Millie in his arms, moving fast toward the sleek motorcycle parked outside.
“I’m sorry, Millie… I almost failed you,” he whispered, cupping her cheek with aching tenderness.
Millie answered with a radiant smile.
“You didn’t. You’re right on time.”
Myron swung onto the bike in one fluid motion. Millie slipped behind him and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.
“Hold on,” he urged, his voice low and steady.
“Okay,” Millie breathed against his shoulder.
The engine snarled to life, and they tore down the road in a rush of wind.
By the time Brandon burst downstairs, only drifting dust and the fading echo of a throttle remained.
Two fresh scars of rubber marked the asphalt—one from the car that had brought Millie here, the other from the motorcycle that had just stolen her away.
Brandon threw himself into the Maybach, started the engine, and roared after them.
Golden afternoon light was already slipping toward evening.
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The chase cut through quiet suburban lanes.
Myron flicked a glance at the mirror, spotting the black Maybach gnawing at their tail, and a dark chuckle escaped him. Moments earlier, after speaking with Lynda, he had called Babette again.
“Tell me—did Brandon visit Moonlit Estate last night?”
“He did. We had a man on him, but the trail went cold,” Babette answered, breathless.
“What was he driving last night?” Myron asked.
Babette wasn’t completely sure, but she remembered catching a glimpse as she was leaving.
“A Maybach, I think.”
“Wake the guard Brandon knocked out on his way out. Ask when exactly Brandon left,” Myron ordered. Suspicion had already taken root deep in his chest.
While waiting, he fed Lynda every new scrap of information. Babette called back.
“He left the estate roughly an hour and a half ago.”
From Moonlit Estate to the wedding venue was barely thirty minutes.
Millie had been abducted about thirty minutes ago.
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