All Chapters of Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

RICHARDI stormed into the lab, slamming the glass door behind me so hard one of the scientists flinched. The lights flickered from the impact, but I didn’t care.“Where is Dr. Yao?” I barked.One of the assistants, a thin young man with glasses too big for his face, stepped forward nervously. “H…He’s in the back, sir.”“Get him,” I snapped, my voice like a whip in the sterile air of the lab.The assistant scurried away. I could hear my own breathing as I stood there, fists clenched. The room smelled like chemicals and cold steel. Machines beeped softly in the corners, and none of the other workers dared look at me.Moments later, Dr. Yao shuffled in. His white coat was smudged, and he was wiping his hands with a cloth, as if that mattered now.“Sir?” he asked cautiously.I didn’t move. “I need progress,” I said, my tone low but sharp. “You told me the process would be stable by now.”Dr. Yao gave a slight bow of the head. “We’re getting closer, Mr. Richard. Much closer than last time

PHOEBEI was pinned behind Ramon, my back tight against his chest as the world around us exploded.Gunfire shattered the windows, tore through the walls. Each bullet sounded like a bomb, wood cracked, glass rained down in shards. My ears rang. My chest heaved. I couldn’t breathe.Ramon pressed himself over me like a human shield, his arms braced on either side of me, his body tense and unmoving.“Stay down, Phoebe,” he whispered, but his voice shook. “I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you.”I clutched his arm, my fingers digging into his sleeve, gripping tight like he was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. I couldn’t stop trembling. My legs had gone completely numb.Fear burned through my veins like fire. I could barely hear myself think. Every sound was louder than the last, bullets thudding into furniture, plaster raining from the ceiling, someone shouting orders outside.“Why…” I gasped, my voice cracking. “Why are they doing this?”“Richard,” Ramon breathed. “It

PHOEBEI blinked up at the ceiling, wincing a little as pain shot through my shoulder.“Phoebe?” a soft voice said.I turned my head. Mom. Dad. Great Grandpa. All standing there, hovering, eyes wide with relief and exhaustion.“Hey,” I whispered. My voice sounded like sandpaper.“Oh my God,” Mom breathed and came to my side. “You’re awake. Thank God.”I tried to sit up, but she gently pressed my good shoulder down. “Don’t rush it.”“How long?” I asked.“Two days,” Dad said, stepping closer. “You gave us all a scare.”“I got shot, didn’t I?” I managed a weak smile.Dad nodded, face hard. “In the arm. Missed anything vital. You were lucky.”“Where’s… where’s Ramon?” I asked, eyes scanning the room.There was a pause. Then Ramon stepped out from behind Dad, eyes soft, a faint bruise under his jaw.“I’m here,” he said, voice low. “I didn’t leave. I wasn’t going to.”I felt my heart skip. “What happened?”“We got them,” he said. “The police came in time. The men who attacked us…they’re in

PHOEBEI opened the door to the hospital room and froze.There she was, Winnie, taller, thinner, but unmistakably alive. Her eyes widened, and a huge, broken smile spread across her face.“Winnie!” I whispered, my voice cracking.She stepped forward and dropped her bag at her feet. “Phoebe!” Her arms wrapped around me so tight I felt like I’d never breathe again.I clung to her like I was afraid she’d vanish. “You’re here. You’re really here.”She pulled back, her hands on my shoulders, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I am. I’m alive.”I stared at her face, worn, a little thinner, but it was Winnie. My Winnie. “I thought… I thought I had lost you forever.”“It wasn’t your fault,” she whispered, her voice gentle, grounding. “And I know you blamed yourself. But I’m here.”I stepped back slightly and searched her face. “Winnie… I’m so sorry I didn’t listen. I should’ve fought harder. I should’ve believed in you.”She shook her head. “You did what you could. You trusted me once. That wa

RICHARDThe cold stone slab had long lost its chill, but a different kind of cold settled in my bones as the last footsteps faded. I waited, just to be sure. Silence. Finally, I pushed myself up, my muscles stiff but my purpose clear. This was it. The final act.I walked towards the front of the prison, no more waiting, no more planning in the shadows. Just execution.Two officers were there, leaning against a desk, looking bored. They straightened up when they saw me."Richard, right?" one of them, a burly man with a thick mustache, asked. He had a slight tremor in his voice, a hint of nervousness he tried to hide."That's me," I said, my voice calm, almost too calm. "You received the… package?"The other officer, younger, with shifty eyes, nodded quickly. "Yes, sir. Just as you instructed. All accounted for." He gestured vaguely towards a large, nondescript bag on the floor. "More than enough, actually."I smiled, a genuine smile, though it probably looked unsettling. "Good. Excelle