Let’s start all over again,shall we?

Chapter 158 Willingly Clearly, Nathael didn't find this surprising.

Unfazed, he barely gave a glance before he issued a cool command, "Get the Winstons on the line for backup.

"Understood," cthe reply.

Alex pushed the accelerator hard, attempting to lose the persistent tall while simultaneously reaching out to the Winstons' point person.

Not long after, with a swift twist of the wheel, he veered onto another highway.

Their pursuer was caught off guard by the sudden maneuver at such breakneck speeds, couldn't adjust in time, and continued straight ahead, missing the turn.

"Damn it!" The driver was a foreigner. He pounded the steering wheel in frustration before swiftly changing course to attempt another blockade.

The earpiece buzzed with other people's voices, indicating that someone was in charge behind the scenes. Once Alex shook off their tail, it wasn't long before two grey sedans shot out on either side of a crossroads, boxing him in with precision.

Metal scraping echoed as sparks flew from the collision.

Alex shifted into reverse gear, attempting to retreat and break free from the encirclement of cars on both sides. However, unfortunately, there were several vehicles behind him that drove normally, leaving him with nowhere to reverse.

Luckily, Nathael's backup arrived just in time. Two black sedans burst from the side streets, slamming directly into the grey cars.

The force of the impact made the vehicles shake and jolt violently, giving them no chance to recover. With Nolan's men now on the scene, Alex coordinated with the ally behind him to comer one of the grey cars against a wall.

The brutal collision sent the grey car crash into a signpost and flip over with a thunderous bang. Taking one car out of the equation made handling the second one easier.

Alex didn't stay to fight. He took a sharp turn into a side street, leaving the pursuit in the capable hands of his allies.

"The Winstons will be here in five minutes, Alex stated, his voice deep, though they had barely cleared the alley when they encountered a group of helmeted mercenaries on motorcycles.

Their towering figures loomed, and the roar of their modified engines grated harshly, even from a distance.

"Bang!" 1/3 Chapter 158 Willingly Alex reacted instantly. He swerved the wheel, but a bullet still managed to plerce the windshield, leaving a web of cracks around a small hole.

Thankfully, their bulletproof modifications held, ininimising the damage.

Despite this, the car wouldn't withstand a sustained attack.

"Divert through Willow Avenue, and we'll handle this outside the Holy Cathedral, Nathael commanded, his tone as icy as his gaze.

"Yes." Nolan's men swiftly cto their aid. They contained the situation long enough for Alex to catch his breath. Still, he knew this was far from over.

The moment they hit Willow Avenue, the road widened.

More and more pursuers from their rival joined in, intensifying the struggle between the two groups. Along the way, people frequently fell off the vehicles, or the vehicles overturned, falling off the bridge.

Nathael remained calm and collected with his piercing gaze. He was relieved that Maggie wasn't in the car with him.

The Winstons arrived at the Holy Cathedral, bringing with them the local forces. The mercenaries realised they had lost their window of opportunity and struggled briefly before commencing their retreat.

Following the gunfire, the area was wrecked and ravaged.

Jem, the third son of the Winstons, rushed forward. He apologised profusely to Nathael and said, “Mr. Harris, we're deeply sorry you had such a terrible ordeal on our territory. We sincerely apologise." Taking a handkerchief from Alex, Nathael wiped his bloodied fingers, saying, "It's not your fault. If it weren't for your timely intervention, we would have faced a bitter fight." "I swear to God that we will always stand as your most devoted allies. I'll thoroughly investigate this matter and provide a full report," Jem declared, his voice tinged with righteous anger.

The Winstons could hardly believe that their most distinguished guest had cunder attack. These people had such audacity to strike Nathael right under their noses.

One of Jem's men ignited a car in the middle of the chaos, sending it racing towards Nathael.

Nathael's men responded swiftly, but they were hindered by the close quarters of the space and their positioning on the grass before the Holy Cathedral.

They fired rapidly at the approaching vehicle, riddling the incoming vehicle with countless bullet holes. However, the vehicle was too close, leaving them with minimal tto respond.

Despite their quick reaction, the event's short distance and abruptness left them powerless to stop the attack.

The pickup truck bulldozed through the crowd. Someone tried to pursue that man in a vehicle.

It was too late to make any difference.

2/3 May Chapter 158 Willingly Alex's brow furrowed in determination as he surged forward to shove Nathael aside.

Alas, Nathael wore an icy gaze and defied his good intentions. On the contrary, he tossed Alex aside, moving to a nearby angel statue for cover.

Meanwhile, the truck charged towards him like a bull gone wild.

82% With a thunderous crash, the angel statue, accompanied by a gush of water, was toppled by the impact, scattering dust and debris everywhere.

Seizing the opportunity, Alex took down a traitor from the Winstons. Then he dashed towards Nathael.

He shouted, "Mr. Harris!" The air was thick with smoke, and rubble lay everywhere. A shard from the statue sliced across Nathael's forehead, and a trace of blood rolled down from his face, adding a touch of savage beauty and brutality.

More critically, the heavy debris pinned half of his body in place. His eyes were drooping, and his complexion was pale. He had lost a lot of blood.

Jem finally recovered from the shock and called his men for help. He shouted, "Quick! Get the medic!" The group scrambled to remove the rubble. Alex, pale-faced, was knelt quickly by Nathael, tearing his garment to apply pressure to the wound.

Nathael's stern visage was ashen. His right arm was nearly drenched in blood; the metallic scent of blood was heavy in the air.

"Mr. Harris!" Alex's complexion turned even grimmer, and his eyes reddened-knowing that if it weren't for the rescue, Nathael would not have sustained such grave injuries.

Onlookers might think they were merely risking their lives for their boss for the sake of money, but they didn't know how often he had shielded them, shielding them behind his back.

They were not mere hired hands; they willingly gave their lives for him.

As the sun set, a warm his nearly ange glow enveloped the handsman, casting a sacred glow upon translucent complexion.

His once pristine white shirt was now soaked with blood, his arm bearing a shocking, languid beauty as it soaked with blood.

Nathael's eyelashes quivered as he slowly opened his eyes.

The light blurred, the dizziness waned, and his vision cleared gradually.

Realizing his arm was wounded, he frowned. His first thought was that Maggie would receive her love letter much later.

16:51 Mon, 20 May 20% OFF Chapter 159 I Miss You

Maggie had chosen an early flight due to the long journey ahead, but on the night before her departure.. she couldn't get ahold of Nathael. Having just released him from the blacklist, she assumed at least he would have the decency to write an apology letter early on.

Yet, tticked by with no word from him since their departure from the hotel.

Initially, Maggie wasn't overly concerned, thinking perhaps he had simply forgotten amidst his busyness.

But by the second day, calls went unanswered both to Nathael and Alex, stirring a sense of unease within her.

As she tidied up her luggage and fiddled with her phone on the bed, she pondered the possibility of his kidnapping.

However, Nathael's phone was off when she dialled again.

Alex's phone was no better, continuously ringing to no avail.

With frustration creeping in, Maggie sent Nathael a message. She wrote, "My flight is scheduled for 8:30 am." She waited for stime, but silence ensued, and she received no response.

Maggie frowned, contemplating whom to contact for information, but no one cto mind.

She gave it sthought and decided to call Lucas.

"Maggie, are you looking for me?" Lucas answered, his cap perched on his head, just as he disembarked from a plane.

"I need you to check on Nathael's whereabouts for me." "Who?" Lucas paused for a few seconds. He contemplated it when Maggie entangled herself with Nathael once more.

"Nathael Harris from the Harris in Aquapolis, Maggie said, clutching a pillow. A foreboding feeling settled 1. in.

Just then, Nathael's call cthrough, but upon seeing his nflash across the screen, Maggie immediately hung up on Lucas.

*Sorry, I got caught up in sthings and couldn't update you im time." Nathael's voice sounded a bit hoarse. He was lying in a sick bed in a private hospital. Alex was standing by his side, his expression grim.

Nathael had woken up initially, but on the way to the hospital, he had m slipped back into unconscion mb leading directly to emergency care. O