Chapter 455 Protection
Each word felt like a dagger, piercing straight into George's heart. He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, to make amends, but his voice was drowned out by the rising tide of jeers around him.
"George, how dare you show up here!"
"What are you trying to do to Emma?"
"Shameless!"
"Mr. Russell, have some decency!"
"Emma, I..." George's voice trembled with urgency, but the angry crowd swallowed his words. He desperately tried to push through, to catch up with Emma.
Emma walked resolutely towards the exit, not looking back. Her determined stride seemed to sever all ties with George.
Just as George was about to reach her, the crowd instinctively blocked his path. Hands shoved him back, and every pair of eyes glared at him with condemnation and disdain.
"Leave her alone!"
"You've hurt her enough!"
The human barrier grew taller, and George could no longer get close to Emma. He watched her retreating figure with despair, his voice completely lost in the cacophony.
As Emma was about to disappear through the door, George mustered all his strength and shouted, "Emma, I can explain!"
But the only response was cold silence and her fading silhouette.
"Don't let him near Emma!" one of Emma's staunch supporters yelled, blocking George's way and even pushing him back. The scene grew more chaotic, with media cameras flashing, capturing George's disgrace.
"I don't want to see you hurt, but I can't trust you anymore." The chaotic noise around Emma made her heart ache. The once beautiful feelings now felt so foreign and hopeless; she truly wanted no further connection with George.
"Let me through, let me go!" George's desperation was palpable as he struggled in vain.
Seeing Emma leave the venue, George reached out towards her, but security and Michael's bodyguards blocked his way.
"Mr. George Russell, please leave," the bodyguard said coldly, expressionless.
"I still have things to say to her!" George's voice was filled with anger and frustration, but he could only watch as his beloved Emma walked further away, the pain becoming unbearable.
"No way." The bodyguard pushed him back forcefully, and George stumbled, his face turning pale.
"Emma!" George's shout was a mix of helplessness and sorrow, but the surging crowd drowned him out.
Emma's resolve helped calm the turmoil within her.
Behind her, the shouts of her supporters formed an invisible barrier, protecting and encouraging her. In this war waged in the name of love, their strong support was invigorating, solidifying her confidence.
'There is no future between us,' Emma silently vowed, the pain and conflict in her heart slowly easing. She took a deep breath and walked out of the venue with her head held high.
Outside, Michael had been waiting for a while. He smiled gently at her, "Let's go for a drive."
Emma forced a smile and got into Michael's car. The cityscape blurred past the window as he rambled on about their future plans in Sunterra.
"We could buy a beach house, watch the sunrise every morning, and fall asleep to the sound of the waves. Your studio could move there too; there are plenty of international clients."
Emma listened, trying to immerse herself in Michael's idyllic vision, pushing away the memory of the scene at the venue.
'I love Michael, not George,' she thought to herself, as if trying to brainwash herself.
With each repetition, she felt a bit more at ease. But the more she did this, the clearer the lingering softness in her heart became. It was the last trace of affection for George, faint but persistent.
Michael noticed her distraction and gently held her hand, "What are you thinking about?"
Emma forced another smile, "Nothing, just a bit tired."
At that moment, Michael's phone buzzed. He answered it, and though the voice on the other end wasn't loud, Emma caught a few words like "operation."
Michael didn't say much, just replied, "Alright, today."
Emma looked at him, a hint of suspicion crossing her mind.
"What is it?" she asked softly.
Michael smiled calmly, "Just some work stuff, nothing to worry about."
Emma hesitated but chose not to press further. She decided to trust Michael, as he had always been the gentle, reliable man in her eyes.
The car fell silent again, sunlight streaming through the windows, as if nothing unusual had happened.
Meanwhile, in another part of Lakeside Haven, a grim scene was unfolding.
Today, Anna was to be executed.
She trembled, her eyes filled with fear and despair. The pride and arrogance she once had were gone; now she was just a terrified woman, desperate to live.
"No, I don't want to die!" she screamed, but no one paid her any mind. The guards coldly escorted her to the prison van, the chains on her slender wrists sealing her fate.
In fact, all of this had been meticulously planned by Michael. Just days ago, he had secretly contacted a special rescue team. This team, composed of retired special forces, was equipped with the most advanced weapons and communication devices.
At six in the evening, the rescue operation began.
As the prison van headed towards the execution site, a sudden explosion rocked the area!
From a side road, a heavy motorcycle sped towards the van. The rider, clad in all-black tactical gear, had their face hidden by a helmet. Two black SUVs appeared simultaneously, blocking the van.
Another explosion shattered the van's bulletproof glass.
The motorcyclist swiftly approached the van, executing a precise window breach maneuver, and entered the van. Before Anna could react, she was scooped up.
"Don't be afraid, Mr. Russell sent me to save you," a deep male voice reassured her.
At that moment, more vehicles surrounded them. Gunfire erupted, bullets flying like rain. The rescue team moved with practiced coordination, as if they had rehearsed countless times.
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