Chapter 921
"It's nothing," Stella said. She adored Chicago and feared that if Chicago learned she almost caused her harm, she wouldn't play with her anymore, so she chose to keep quiet.
Fiona and Darwin walked out of the yard.
It was drizzling outside, and the lotus flowers in the lotus pond were blooming tenderly in the rain.
Fiona and Darwin held hands, walking under the corridor.
"You look like you have a lot on your mind," Darwin squeezed Fiona's hand and said, "Is it because of what's happening with Atticus?"
Fiona looked at Darwin. She smiled lightly and nodded, saying, "I made a decision. I'm not sure if it's right or not."
"What decision?" Darwin asked patiently.
Fiona pursed her lips. "I let go of two people who should have been killed to prevent future troubles."
In the dense jungle, several armored vehicles with live ammunition swiftly moved along the muddy road and finally arrived near a sideline after a long journey.
The vehicles stopped, and a tall man with a fierce scar across his face jumped out of the front vehicle.
He looked menacing as he walked briskly to the middle armored vehicle and opened the back door.
The rear window was covered with black cloth.
No light could penetrate all the way.
As the door opened, light flooded in, and the people inside immediately looked terrified.
The usually elegant Lucia now had disheveled silver hair and bloodstains all over her clothes. She was holding the unconscious Atticus and looked nothing like a noblewoman.
"Who are you guys?" Lucia asked.
"Ms. Chelsea asked me to tell you that you only have one chance to live a normal life with Atticus. If you give up this opportunity she gave you because of hatred and the pursuit of power, you will die a more miserable death," The man said.
"What did you say?" Lucia looked shocked at the man in front of her. "Is Fiona letting us go?"
The man clearly knew what Lucia and the others had done, saying, "She didn't let you go; she paid us a hefty sum to rescue you from the rebels."
With that, he threw a black bag to Lucia.
"This is your new legal identity from now on," he said.
Lucia frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to open the bag.
Sure enough, she saw two passports, as well as bank cards and identification cards.
The man added, "Get out of the car. Someone will pick you up and take you to a safe place. Ms. Chelsea has prepared some money for you there, enough to support you during this period of escape."
"Why is she doing this? She refused me last night!" Lucia questioned, still suspicious it might be a trap.
She was still suspicious, wondering if there was a trap waiting ahead.
"Lucia, you need to understand your situation. Ms. Chelsea could easily have you killed. She doesn't need to do anything. Last night, when the rebels stormed the village, you and Atticus were already doomed. Think it over!" the man snapped.
Lucia furrowed her brow.
It was true.
"Get out of the car!" The man lost his patience.
Lucia glanced at him, noting the assault rifle slung over his shoulder, and had no choice but to comply.
She gently woke up the unconscious Atticus.
She helped him out of the car.
Then, guided by the fierce mercenary, they walked towards the front.
"Lucia, where are we? What about the traitors?" Atticus's voice was hoarse.
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