Chapter 1076: Chapter 1076

Chapter 1076:

“I said, let him go,” Eileen repeated, her tone steady despite the situation. Christos was kicked again.

“Come on, I’ve promised him that,” Eileen said. “Let him leave Alverton. Give him a couple of hours’ head start before letting our people chase after him again.” Bryan’s boot struck Christos yet again.

“I’m not going anywhere, alright?” Christos sputtered, his voice cracked and desperate. “Just stop kicking me, or I’ll die if you keep this up!”

Eileen couldn’t bring herself to look directly at Christos’s battered face. She pressed her lips together, meeting Bryan’s gaze for a few seconds.

Finally, Bryan said, “Fine. Escort him out of Alverton. After two hours, we’ll hunt him down.”

A smile tugged at Eileen’s lips, but before she could speak, Christos said, “Any chance you could arrange for a helicopter to send me home? My car’s out of gas.” Eileen was struck speechless. She turned away, pinching the bridge of her nose resignedly.

Even without Bryan’s intervention, and despite Christos’s plans, she was confident she could have escaped on her own.

After all, Christos wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed…

“Mr. Raymond’s urgent…” The words betrayed his reluctance to let Christos slip away. Despite everything else, Christos was persistent.

If he hadn’t been, they wouldn’t have spent so long chasing him down without success.

Now that they finally had him captured, how could they just let him go?

Bryan’s eyes darkened as he stared at the quivering Christos. After a while, he spat out, “Arrange it.”

Find more chapters now gⱯlnσv𝓮ls․cøm Raymond’s gaze darted between Eileen and Bryan before he finally dispersed the police and set about organizing a helicopter.

“Hey, Eileen, Bryan,” Christos said weakly. “Any chance of giving me some food?”

“Fuck off!” Bryan snarled. He turned on his heel, wrapping a protective arm around Eileen’s slim frame as they walked away.

Bryan’s car lights flashed as they approached. Bryan opened the passenger door for Eileen, revealing a spread of Eileen’s favorite food.

After a moment’s hesitation, Eileen buckled in and began to eat, savoring the flavors she liked.

Bryan started the engine, steering them toward the Vazquez Mansion while occasionally stealing glances at Eileen.

They had been driving for about half an hour when Eileen, now full, spotted a helicopter in the distance.

She rolled down the window, watching as the chopper’s massive blades churned the air, carrying it toward Alverton’s border.

“Aren’t you curious why I insisted on letting Christos go?” Eileen asked, turning to Bryan.

She wasn’t going to take unnecessary risks, and Christos’s release could pose a threat to them in the future. It was like handling a landmine—it might never detonate, or it could explode at any moment.

Bryan replied calmly, “If I didn’t understand or approve of your plan, I wouldn’t have let him go.”

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