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Chapter Twenty-Two–The Hit

Author: Lyna
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-11-12 02:53:13

Kael sped on the silent and lonely highway. He was looking at Anna intermittently through the rearview mirror. She was just still and her face was blank and void of any emotions.

“Ma'am, are you okay?” Kael asked in concern.

“Can you f*cking stop calling me ma'am?” She exploded like a ticking bomb. Her eyes were heavy with rage and she just spat out one percent of it at Kael. Then she muttered. “I'm not hit”

“You are not? That was a precise target by the. . .” Kael suddenly stopped what he was saying. As if on cue, he and Anna both transferred their gaze to Khaid who was looking ahead. His mouth was paused and his eyes were dark and blank.

“Khaid, did the bullet hit you?” Anna grew hysterical.

“I’m fine. It only grazed my shoulder” He responded.

“I don't believe you” Anna then turned to Kael. “Put that goddamn doctor on the line this minute and step on the f*cking brakes!”

Without waiting for further instructions, Kael stepped on the brakes and sped off like a mad man on the trail.

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