Chapter 300
Brielle and Patrick stood on the second floor, overseeing the commotion as Spencer was escorted out by a group of burly men.
The atmosphere was tense, with neither side showing any courtesy or restraint.
Ryan scrutinized the men carefully, noting their disposition. It was clear they were more than just ordinary bodyguards, but beyond that, he couldn’t tell. Frowning at the uncertainty of his adversaries, Ryan wasn’t about to make any rash moves.
As Spencer was led closer to Ryan, a look of relief washed over his face, and he couldn’t help but ask, “Spencer, are you alright?”
Hearing his father’s voice, Spencer became frantic, struggling against his captors. “Dad! Dad! Save me!”
Seeing a gun pressed against Spencer’s head, Ryan’s own heart raced, and he was even more cautious. “Spencer, calm down. Just hang on. I’ll get you out of here soon.”
After speaking, Ryan signaled to his crew to bring Mark over, and pushed him forward. The other side reciprocated by releasing Spencer.
Both parties had exchanged their hostages without a hitch, but just as tension peaked, gunfire erupted.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
“Bang! Bang!”
It was unclear who had fired the shots, but Ryan’s group was thrown into disarray. their guns blazing in all directions.
Brielle’s face turned dark as she watched from the second floor. This wasn’t the work of Ryan or Max’s people; a third party had joined the fray!
“Patrick, call everyone to retreat. There’s a third party involved, and we don’t know what they’re after,” she ordered.
Patrick nodded and relayed the retreat order through the walkie–talkie, and everyone in the villa began to pull back.
With her cane in hand, Brielle descended the stairs and sighed in relief once she saw that Mark was only unconscious. Outside, the gunfire persisted, and Ryan’s men were now engaged in a fierce battle with this third party.
Patrick’s expression turned grim. The meeting location had been chosen at the last minute, and there was no way their side leaked information. With Ryan fighting for his son’s life, he wouldn’t have staged this, especially as he was still in combat. So, who was behind this third–party intervention?
Chapter 300
“Ms. Brielle, there’s a tunnel on the innermost side. This villa is just a shell; let’s get out of here.” Patrick informed her.
Brielle nodded and followed them out. Their retreat was swift, and thanks to the tunnel, there were no casualties. They had successfully rescued Mark.
However, Ryan’s situation was dire. The third party shot indiscriminately, and many of Ryan’s bodyguards lay dead. Ryan pulled Spencer back to the car, tore the blindfold from his eyes, and cut the ropes binding his hands and feet with a knife.
Spencer heard the chaotic gunfire around them, his heart skipped a beat, and his face was drained of color. Frustrated, Ryan slapped the dashboard. “Let’s get out of here! Move!”
Ryan had brought a considerable number of people, thinking it would prevent any tricks the kidnappers might play. Now, they were his lifeline.
His car sped away, half–expecting to meet resistance on the road. However, the third party didn’t give chase; they continued their assault on the villa. Their target wasn’t Ryan or his group; it was the kidnappers..
Ryan’s eyes were filled with a ruthless glint, but he didn’t dare to look back at the ongoing battle.
As for Spencer, realizing the motives of the third party unsettled him. He had been kidnapped by Brielle, and although he hadn’t seen the people watching over him, he knew they were somehow connected to her. If there was even a one percent chance Brielle was still in the villa, she would be in grave danger now.
The thought pricked his heart, and he heard Ryan’s question.
“Do you know who kidnapped you? At first, I thought it was Brielle since she was the one who arranged to meet you the day you disappeared. We couldn’t find any trace of you or her at the hotel. Was it really her?”
Instinctively. Spencer was about to confirm it was Brielle, but catching the venom in Ryan’s eyes, he realized that if his father knew the truth, Brielle wouldn’t stand a chance. mOddly enough, Spencer didn’t want her to die–not now, not ever, even if her actions had brought him. shame.
“Dad, how could it be Brielle? What kind of power does she have? Who could she possibly rely on? The Haywood family?”
