Chapter Seventy-five

Damien’s heart raced as he held Brenda and her and Ralia tightly in his embrace. The three of them stood together inside the luxurious private jet, basking in the overwhelming joy of having narrowly escaped the clutches of death. Their faces beamed with relief, their eyes shining With tears of gratitude for being reunited against all odds. As they caught their breath, oblivious to the imminent danger that still lingered, a figure stirred on the floor nearby.

Alfred, their relentless pursuer, slowly regained consciousness, his face contorted in pain. Ignoring the agony, he mustered every ounce of strength to reach for the handgun on the floor. With a trembling hand, he aimed at the trio, fueled by his determination to end their lives. Time seemed to slow as Alfred pulled the trigger, the deafening gunshot echoing through the confined space. Miraculously, the bullet whizzed past Damien’s ear, missing its intended target by a hair’s breadth. Shock and disbelief washed over them, realizat