Chapter 1665:

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Still in shock from her close call, the woman sat dazed, unable to process her near-death experience. The man’s voice broke through her stupor. “Get in now!”

Snapping back to reality, the woman scrambled into the SUV.

By the time the bodyguards regained their bearings, the vehicle had already sped beyond the gate. They swiftly informed their superiors and initiated a pursuit.

Three black sedans gave chase, creating a formidable three-to-one pursuit.

As their pursuers closed in, the woman’s terror mounted. Her voice trembled as she asked, “What do we do? What do we do? I can’t afford to be caught.”

Turning to the man beside her, she placed her trust in him and asked, “What’s the plan now?”

The man snapped impatiently, “You know you can’t afford to get caught, yet here you are, of all the foolish things to do!”

“How could I have known these guards would be this sharp? The guards in other areas were always clueless, but these guys are practically elite bodyguards,” Jamie retorted.

The man beside her scoffed. “Jamie, you really are the most foolish person I’ve ever known.”

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Jamie was taken aback, speechless. Shock washed over her. How did he know her name? “Who are you?” she demanded cautiously.

The man remained quiet, his face partially hidden behind a bandana, his eyes radiating intense impatience.

As Jamie studied his gaze, recognition dawned on her, and she gasped, “You… You’re Mr. Bates, aren’t you?”

The man didn’t reply, but his silence was confirmation enough.

Fear gripped Jamie as she realized the gravity of her situation. Who would have thought she’d escape one peril only to stumble into a worse one?

Shaking, she murmured, “Mr. Bates, I apologize. I didn’t mean to come here. Just let me go…”

In her panic, Jamie fumbled with the car door, trying to jump out even though they were on an elevated road.

Suddenly, the idea of the bodyguards she had fled from seemed almost comforting compared to this man.

He was the most intimidating person she had ever encountered. She had narrowly escaped death at his hands before.

As Jamie reached for the door handle, she realized it was locked. In desperation, she clasped her hands together, pleading, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Mr. Bates. Please, let me go. I’ll leave and never return.”

Confined to the tight space of the car seat, Jamie couldn’t kneel, so she continued wringing her hands, hoping for even a hint of mercy.

Meanwhile, the man, clearly skilled, dodged the cars chasing them while simultaneously questioning Jamie. “So tell me, what brought you here so recklessly?”

Tears and snot mixed on her face, making Jamie look utterly miserable as she sobbed, “I… I just wanted to see if I could… if I could kill that woman…”

The man arched an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “You want to kill Nicole? Why?”

At the mention of Nicole, Jamie’s fear momentarily subsided, replaced by a surge of jealousy and hatred.

“Because I despise her. Why does she always win Jarrod’s love so effortlessly? I love Jarrod more than she ever could.

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