Chris Chan Escaping Novels & Stories

Chan leaves to carry out what I’ve order of him. I lean my head back against the wall and wait. Chan is the best at what he does, and what he does is abduction. It doesn’t matter who, just as long as the price is right. I’m paying the man tens of thousands for this. Well, so he thinks, I’m not actually parting with a penny. The only thing Chan is going to get is a silver bullet in his head. Well, come on, I can’t leave the man alive. If I did that, he could come back here and tell the King everything. I won’t risk it.

A week has passed since Victor was released. He didn't even want to accept the money James gave, but he insisted. He wanted him to start a new life. James made sure Cheng was safe in hell. It was against the law but he ended her life. He also made sure that the safety of his sister and Victor would be taken care of once he left the Philippines Victor is still waiting for his passport and clearance. Then he was able to leave the Philippines. The record of his name is being cleared so that there will be no problems with immigrations.

Right after I had my uterine scraping procedure, Ian called. "Construction on Tina's new home officially starts today. I'm going over to keep an eye on things, so don't wait for me for dinner. "You're on your period today. Don't wander around outside for too long. Go home and get some rest." I touched my flat stomach and couldn't speak for a long time. All this time, Ian and Tina had been the design firm's poster children. One was a specialist in hard finishes, while the other was a prodigy in soft furnishings. Even our marital home had been designed by the two of them working together. But every time we discussed the plans, Ian would pull out another set of blueprints he had painstaki

Chris glanced at her and continued slowly, "Third, he's already targeting Sharon—this is just the beginning of revenge and manipulation. "He holds grudges. If it's the third option, then he won't have time to deal with us for now. But once he does, we'll all be in trouble. So I suggest you take a leave and disappear for a while. I've already arranged a flight—I leave tomorrow." Carmen instinctively asked, "Where are you going?" "Antarctica," Chris replied. "You're not joking, are you?" she said, staring at him. "Do I look like I am?"

he chuckled. I sighed as I sat down and looked at him. “If you get me out of here, I will make sure that you never make it back to this place.” He smiled as he walked back to his bed and lay down. “Don’t worry, you and I will be eating pussy in a club tomorrow.” At exactly 11:30 at night, Chris and I crawled down the staircase when the lights were out and made our way out of the prison cell. The tunnel we crawled through was very narrow and it took us about 15 minutes to make it out of the tunnel to the back of the prison building.

Jasmine had gone to Dubai for a vacation so Chris knew for sure that his mother had gone with Lydia. ‘Shit!’ He cursed inwardly. ‘I have to go back!’ He said to himself. “Tell me the truth and I’ll give you $100000 and a job to sustain you,” Chris said suddenly getting the attention of the people who were discussing in the room, taking matters into his own hands. He had to rush and go back home as fast as possible. The man hesitated, averting his gaze.

Chris pushed innocent nurses and patients as he ran through to get away from Dan. He was running like a wounded dog, admitting his defeat this time as he grabbed his new phone out of his pocket. “Come to the roof. Do it now!” He yelled into the receiver. Chris saw that he was now trapped on the floor as more police officers chased after him. He went back to the rooftop, feeling cornered and weak.

The news hit the Bright residence like a thunderclap in the middle of a clear night. Cecilia stood frozen in the living room, her tablet screen glowing with the breaking headline that had just shattered their fragile peace: HIGH-PROFILE PRISONER ISABEL CHEN-BLACKWOOD ESCAPES METROPOLITAN FACILITY. WARDEN SUSPECTED ACCOMPLICE. MANHUNT UNDERWAY. Her hands trembled so violently she nearly dropped the device. The room, moments ago filled with the soft sounds of Hope’s laughter as Ethan read her a bedtime story, now felt suffocatingly silent.

Gunner gritted out. Mother gasped and shook her head. “Please tell me that's the only bad news you heard. I don't think I can handle more.” “There is more, unfortunately.” Gunner sighed and lowered his head. “Yan Hao's lawyer convinced the authorities to transport his client to a different prison. There was an ambush on the way. Yan Hao escaped.” “Good,” I strained through my teeth. “Good?” Kaiden looked at me in disbelief. “How can you see anything good in Yan Hao's escape?”