Chapter 1386:
Charles, Egbert, Giffard, and the others sprang into frantic motion.
Trudy rushed outside to bring in the medical team.
Babette was already on the phone, rallying people to chase after Macauley.
Helga knelt beside Myron, her sobbing so intense it shook her whole body.
The ambulance arrived quickly, and medics began immediate life-saving treatment on Myron.
Online, the unfolding disaster erupted into chaos.
“Isn’t that Macauley—the murderer who escaped with Vivian?”
“Yes! He was hiding there the whole time while everyone searched for Millie!”
“What now? Is Myron alive? And Millie? She looked like she could barely stand!”
Meanwhile, Brandon finally reached the venue—only to find it empty, their absence hitting him like a blow.
“Brandon!” Babette rushed toward him.
“They’re gone!”
Brandon gritted his teeth so hard his jaw tightened. Without hesitation, he dialed Macauley.
The call connected instantly.
“Where are you?!” Brandon roared the moment the line opened.
A child’s cries bled through the receiver.
Macauley’s mocking laugh followed.
“Where’s Vivian? Brandon, I want Vivian! Bring her, and then we can talk!”
“Macauley, if you hurt Millie or Ari, I will make you wish you’d never been born!” Brandon snapped.
“Hahaha!” Macauley burst into wild laughter.
“Now you panic? Where was this panic when you used Vivian against me? Listen, Brandon—I don’t just want Vivian. I want full exit procedures for both me and Vivian. Make them ready.” His voice dipped into madness.
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“If you fail, you know exactly what I can do.”
He ended the call abruptly.
“Brandon, what do we do? Millie and Ari…” Babette cried anxiously.
“Do you know where Vivian is?”
Darden jumped in.
“Vivian ran off, didn’t she? God—how do we find her now?”
Brandon didn’t answer a single person. He simply snatched Darden’s car keys, got back into the car, started the engine, and drove off.
“Brandon!”
“Brandon, wait!”
“Where are you going?!”
Meanwhile, Millie kept her eyes locked on the car ahead, refusing to lose sight of it for even a heartbeat. She had already kicked off her heels and was driving barefoot.
Myron’s fate teetered on the edge; she couldn’t let Ari fall next.
Myron…
The image of him lying in blood struck her heart again and again. She forced her mind back to the present and clung to her focus.
Macauley’s car led them out of the congested city center and toward the outskirts, and Millie followed steadily behind. Dusk deepened, and the headlights cut through the dark. Only a few cars still shared the road.
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