Chapter 299 Martin is Wounded
At the sound of the gunshot, chaos erupted around them. In an instant, theThe place had emptied in an instant, leaving only two security personnel, Martin and Patricia, and Hunter with his henchmen.
Feeling her fear, Martin held her head close to his chest and whispered in her ear,
"Close your eyes, don't look. I'll get you out of here. Trust me."
She knew that Martin meant what he said; if he said he could do something, he would follow through.
But Hunter had a gun.
And he wasn't alone. He brought a team with him—a team so large she hadn't even had time to count.
How could she and Martin, just the two of them, outmanned and outgunned, possibly escape?
"Martin, maybe you should put me down!. I... I don't want you to get hurt because of me."
Her own recklessness had already cost her unborn child and almost killed Fannie. She couldn't bear the thought of Martin paying a price for her, too.
Martin's heart was pounding frantically.
"I'm sorry,. I'm the one who's dragged you into this mess."
That was all she could manage to say at the moment.
His gentle breath on her ear sent a shiver down Martin's spine.
He desperately wanted to tell her there was no need for formalities between them.
But before the words could escape his lips, another gunshot rang out from behind them. The shooter must have been mindful of Patricia because the bullet grazed past Martin's shoulder instead of hitting its mark.
Patricia's heart skipped a beat from the shock.
Tears she'd fought to hold back now streamed down her face uncontrollably.
"Patricia, take one more step, and my next shot won't miss. It'll go straight through Martin's heart," Hunter's warning voice trailed behind them, cold and calculated.
Patricia looked up at him.
Under the bright lights of the lobby, Hunter's rage and jealousy were evident, even from a distance. His eyes seemed to scream out in pain, as if asking her, "'Are you really leaving me?"?'
Once upon a time, his look would have melted her resolve.
But not anymore. She wouldn't be swayed by thosethat deceiving eyesgaze. All she wanted was to get away from here, away from him.
Seeing them unmoved, Hunter slowly aimed his gun at Martin's heart.
Patricia's breath hitched, and she sobbed,. "Martin, please... put me down... he's going to shoot. Martin..."
Martin turned a deaf ear, intent on reaching the gate that was just a step away—refusing to give up, he pressed forward without hesitation.
The distance, so short it was usually insignificant, now seemed insurmountable, as if they couldn't reach the end. Each minute stretched on, feeling like an eternity.
Each minute stretched on, feeling like an eternity.
After finally reaching the boarding gate, we weresecurity personnel abruptly stopped by security personnelthem.
"Sorry, you can't go through," they said.
Patricia responded anxiously, "Why can't we go through?" Patricia said anxiously.
Hunter voice filled with contempt came from behind,. "Do you really think you can leave here without my say-so? How laughable!. This is America, Country M, my turf – you must be tired of living to think you can snatch someone from me."
Martin's handsome face turned to steel, his deep eyes turbulent with suppressed rage, like a lion provoked.
Patricia regretted her actions so much she felt sick with guilt,. "Martin, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have had to risk coming here."
"Fear not, trustDon't be afraid. Trust in me!. I will get you out of here," Martin reassured her, pulling her head into his chest and covering her eyes with his hand.
The fear of the unknown is always the most terrifying.
Yet, at that moment, Patricia felt an unexplainable sense of calmness listening to his steady breath and heartbeat, almost as if she had taken a tranquility pill. She had the illusion that, even in dire straits, Martin would turn danger into safety and keep her unharmed.
After soothing Patricia, Martin turned to face Hunter with a look of contempt as though he was gazing upon a pitiful insect.
"Do you really think I'd come here unprepared?" he tauntedMartin said.
Hunter hated that look in his eyes, reminding him unnervingly of Sadie Davis Sadie.
. When he had first arrived at the Miller family, Davis Sadieshe had looked at him with that same gaze, igniting a fury within Hunter.
"Oh? You don't seriously think those people you brought could take on mine? ?" Hunter said. "By now, they're probably dead at the hands of my men."
"Really?" Martin's voice dripped with sarcasm, an eyebrow raised incredulously.
Before Hunter could reply, a group of black-suited bodyguards emerged from the shadows, encircling Hunter and his minions.
Twisting with Grinding his teeth in frustration, Hunter flung his hand in command, grinding his teeth,
, ordering, "Eliminate everyone except Patricia. The more you kill, the bigger the reward."
With the promise of a reward, the eyes of the killers behind him blazed with greed.
Hesitating to fire blindly for fear of harming Patricia, Hunter's men didn't dare use their guns and instead drew their knives hidden in their boots, engaging in a brutal fight with Martin's crew.
At the boarding gate, two security officers were still blocking the way, adamant about not letting anyone through.
The two female doctors who had just rescued Patricia from the hospital suddenly appeared out of nowhere, taking down both security guards with swift, decisive action.
Seizing the moment, Martin quickly scooped up Patricia and rushed through the gate.
Tied up in his own skirmish and several paces away, Hunter was now too late to intervene. He watched them get farther away, feeling as though a piece of his heart had been hollowed out, his eyes seething with rage.
In frustration, heHe raised his gun, taking aim at Martin's heart, and bellowed, "Patricia, are you really going to leave me?"
But Patricia didn't respond as if she hadn't heard at all, not even sparing a final glance.
Hunter felt an immense void open up inside him. Overwhelming hatred surged toward him. As they were about to disappear from sight, he clenched his teeth and pulled the trigger.
Overwhelming hatred surged toward him.
As they were about to disappear from sight, he clenched his teeth and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The sharp report of the gunshot echoed into the sky.
Martin's towering frame staggered for a split second, and then, without hesitation, he briskly carried Patricia across the threshold.
Hunter, gritting his molars, attempted to pursue, but Martin's people quickly engaged him, leaving him to watch helplessly as Martin took Patricia away.
Martin rushed Patricia onto the private jet with urgent haste.
On the plane, Luke sat in an aisle seat with a laptop on the fold-down tray, completely engrossed in his work.
Carter, who had been waiting on the plane for a while, rushed forward immediately and anxiously asked, "Are you guys alright? Thank goodness Charles found me. Were you planning to pull this off without telling me?"
Martin's face was covered in beads of sweat, and he looked flushed, as if he were desperately trying to suppress some agony.
Carter, sensing something was wrong, asked, "What's going on with you?"
Martin merely shook his head and carefully placed Patricia in the seat.
When Patricia noticed the discomfort onin his faceexpression and stood up in concern to ask about his condition, she felt something warm and wet. She opened her palm to find it covered in blood.
"Oh my God, are you injured?"?!" she exclaimed.
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