Chapter 797

Chapter 797:

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Frozen, Nicole was quickly dragged into the brush in the opposite direction.

They fell to the ground and the man leaned on Nicole on his elbow. Nicole looked into his clear, penetrating eyes.

With wide eyes, Nicole was about to say something when the man pressed his hand against her lips to silence her.

At this moment, they heard the crackling of the walkie-talkie. “Number one, any situation there?”

The bodyguard with code name number one peeked out from the bushes.

Nicole thought about hiding and replied: “No situation. "Probably just a neighbor heading home."

As the footsteps receded, the tension in the air relaxed.

Nicole, her eyes wide with surprise, managed to stammer: “Roscoe, how did you…?”

Without a word, Roscoe grabbed a cane for support before reaching out to help Nicole up.

It was then that Nicole noticed the serious wound on Roscoe's right wrist, which had clearly not yet healed.

After getting up, Nicole was led to approach a nearby MVP car.

Walking alongside Roscoe, Nicole saw that not only was his right wrist injured, but he was also limping in his left leg, making every step an effort for him.

Nicole felt a pang of compassion and asked, "Roscoe, where are we going?"

"Get in the car," Roscoe replied.

After getting into the car, Roscoe lowered his head and stretched out his hand.

"Pass me the keys."

"The keys?"

"Yes, give them to me."

Confused, Nicole gave Roscoe the car keys. He watched as Roscoe gathered his luggage and returned to the MVP's car.

Then Roscoe closed the car door and joined her in the back seat, asking, "Were you planning on flying?" You can't. I had a friend create a fake flight log for you. “I also canceled the flight from Austin and arranged a trip to the place you mentioned.”

He looked at his watch and added, "They should be on their way by now."

Nicole blinked and slowly realized his intention to help her. «Roscoe, this is crazy! Don't get involved in this anymore. Hurry, leave before they see us..."

As Nicole spoke, she tried to open the car door, but it was closed.

Roscoe held her wrist firmly, insisting, "We're leaving together."

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