Free Web NovelChapter 620: Chapter 620: It Was That Man Who Fired
Walker Grant and Daniel Hayes both charged forward, their eyes widening in disbelief at the scene unfolding before them.
But soon, they both froze in their tracks.
The gunfire had stopped. The person who fell wasn’t Chloe Reed—it was the man holding her hostage.
Before he died, the man’s eyes were wide with utter disbelief.
He seemed unable to fathom how, when everything had been going so well, he was the one who ended up dead.
He collapsed slowly to the ground, and a momentary silence enveloped the area.
Chloe Reed cringed, bracing for death, but to her surprise, she was completely unharmed.
She turned her head to see that her captor had fallen. Not far behind them, a man was lowering a gun.
The thick camouflage paint on his face obscured his features. All she could see were his exceptionally cold eyes. He shot Chloe Reed a frigid glance, then turned and walked away.
’It was the man who found me earlier!’
’The one in the tree who had aimed his cold gun at me but didn’t shoot, the one who just turned and left!’
’He was the one who saved me!’
"Wait!"
Seeing his figure recede into the distance, Chloe Reed quickly turned and ran after him.
BANG!
But the next second, a bullet kicked up dirt right in front of her, burying itself deep in the grassy ground.
Chloe Reed stopped in her tracks, her face paling.
The man had warned her not to follow before disappearing into the jungle.
"Chloe!"
A frantic, anxious cry came from behind her. The next second, she was pulled into a tight embrace.
The man’s searing body heat radiated through her, chasing away the chill that had settled in her bones.
His ragged breaths rasped in her ear. His arms were like iron clamps, holding her so forcefully it felt like he was trying to merge her into his very being.
"You’re safe... Thank God, you’re safe."
Walker Grant held her, feeling her warmth, her heartbeat, her faint struggles in his embrace. Only then did the frantic heart in his chest finally settle.
He closed his eyes, his voice filled with the raw relief and gratitude of someone who had just survived a catastrophe.
Chloe Reed finally came back to her senses. She struggled a little and said, "Let me go."
Walker Grant refused, instead tightening his grip.
Chloe was being squeezed so tightly she could barely breathe. "You’re holding me so tight, it’s uncomfortable," she said.
Walker Grant’s body went rigid, and he loosened his grip slightly.
He still kept his arms around her, however, refusing to let go, as if she would vanish the moment he did.
Chloe Reed shifted in his embrace to face him. Seeing his pale face, she reached out and hugged him back.
"Thank you for coming for me."
The next second, his arms clamped around her again, even tighter than before.
This time, they were pressed flush against each other, their heartbeats seeming to sync into a single rhythm. His hot breath ghosted across the nape of her neck, searing her skin.
"Chloe Reed, I could just strangle you."
Walker Grant’s voice was hoarse. "How dare you come here all by yourself? You have a death wish, don’t you?"
Chloe Reed closed her eyes and said with difficulty, "If you don’t let go, I really am going to die."
At her words, the pressure in Walker Grant’s arms slackened. Chloe Reed immediately took several deep breaths; he had been squeezing her hard.
"Mr. Grant, I lost him."
Just then, a bodyguard hurried back. "The target is exceptionally agile," he reported, "and his counter-tracking skills are top-notch. I lost him pretty quickly."
"Mm."
Walker Grant grunted in acknowledgment. He finally released Chloe Reed, but his gaze never left her.
