Chapter 1085

Abruptly, the car veered, a violent jolt causing Marcus’ grip on the steering wheel to falter after

Trenton’s revelation.

As an undercurrent of panic surged within Trenton, he recognized the imperative of rescuing Millie

promptly to avert her from a life steeped in intolerable agony.

“Mr. Thomas…” Trenton’s voice quavered, constricted by fear.

“I need directions promptly!”

A taut string within Marcus seemed on the verge of snapping.

If those perpetrators had inflicted harm upon Millie, he would certainly eliminate them.

The car roared, belching dense clouds of smoke.

Within the depths of the gang’s hidden enclave, Leon ventured forward, his stride purposeful as he

approached the threshold of Millie’s operating chamber.

“Recent times have witnessed a crackdown on the sinister trade of organs. Be cautious,” he imparted.

“Yes, I understood,” came the swift response.

An unspoken oath materialized in Leon’s thoughts-a vow ignited by Caden’s departure, a pledge to

dismantle this den of iniquitous commerce.

The sterile air of the operating room bore witness to the man’s solemn demeanor as Millie’s form lay

upon the table, her struggle an affront to his efficacy.

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“Why not introduce the anesthetic?” he queried, his tone a blend of nonchalance and curiosity.

“I long solely for her torment to flourish. Forge ahead!” the woman grumbled with a dissatisfied air.

Millie’s ears discerned a sound echoing once more through the corridor. Could it possibly signify Leon’s

presence traversing nearby?

Bolstered by her resolve, she embarked on an uncalculated roll from the table, with her subsequent

collision with a tray generating a startling commotion.

Halting in his tracks, Leon’s countenance registered concern, his brow furrowing as he inquired, “What

has transpired?”

Millie’s heart soared at the sound of Leon’s voice, a lifeline to her encased existence.

“Franco, a component appears compromised. Nevertheless, we should progress.”

Millie harbored no intent of abandonment. Her yearning for escape thrived, yet solitude proved an

insurmountable foe. A calculated thud against the table’s leg enacted her bid, a strategic maneuver to

elicit notice.

Leon turned his gaze upon Nolan.

“I’ve maintained with tenacity that the trade of organs must arise from volition.”

“Franco, her resolve was staunch. Impelled by exigency, she sought solace in this path. Perhaps her

strife emanated from her aversion to agony. This is not a marketplace, for ingress and egress are

freedoms bestowed.”

Nolan harbored a reluctance to see Leon release his grasp on Millie.