Comeback Of The Adored Heiress - Chapter 738

Chapter 738:

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Mano’s body jolted as the bullet struck him, and he collapsed onto Milly. A tear slid down his cheek as he looked at her pale, beautiful face. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and slowly, his eyes fluttered shut.

The man, momentarily taken aback, knelt down to check for any signs of life.

Finding none, he sighed, a blend of mockery and disappointment in his tone. “What a waste.”

Reloading the gun with deliberate slowness, he raised it toward Milly once more, but the men in black at the door began to fall, one by one.

The man’s eyes sharpened as a poison needle whizzed toward him from the doorway. He dodged it swiftly, raising his gun and firing a round toward the entrance.

“Who’s there?” he barked.

A silver figure stepped into view, and when he recognized Howard in a lab coat, the man’s shock was evident. “Mr. Johns? You too? Playing the heroic savior for Milly, huh? I didn’t realize she had so many admirers.”

Howard, who had been growing uneasy after days of not seeing Milly, had finally tracked her down—only to find her imprisoned. His gaze darkened upon seeing her unconscious on the floor, and the air around him seemed to grow icy and foreboding.

“Relax, Mr. Johns. You’re the organization’s tech genius. It would be such a waste to kill you over something trivial.” The man raised his hands in a gesture of mock surrender. “You like Milly, don’t you? How about this: I’ll give her to you—no strings attached. All you need to do is stay loyal to our cause.”

“And you’ll stay out of her life?” Howard’s expression remained cold and unyielding.

“I swear. We value skilled people like you. And, honestly, we have more than enough assassins like Milly.” The man smirked as he stepped forward, extending his hand. “So, what do you say? Deal?”

The man was sure Howard wouldn’t refuse. And just as he anticipated, Howard extended his hand. The man’s smirk deepened as he believed he had won.

Just as the man attempted to toss Howard over his shoulder, Howard, having anticipated the move, landed smoothly on the floor. In one fluid motion, he flipped the man instead, driving a poison needle straight into his skull.

The man’s eyes widened in shock, and he collapsed, dead before he could say a word.

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Without wasting a second, Howard rushed over to check on Mano and Milly.

Mano was already gone.

Howard hoisted Milly onto his back and bolted out of there.

Luckily, most of the organization’s members were away on missions, leaving only a handful behind.

He sprinted through the corridors, but soon encountered resistance. With a flick of his wrist, his watch shot out silver needles.

This enhanced gadget could fire up to thirty poison needles, and despite Howard’s refined and scholarly demeanor, he had trained in martial arts alongside his brothers. It didn’t take long for the men in black to fall to the floor, defeated.

As the needles fired, he felt the watch grow lighter, but the exit was still far off.

He glanced at Milly, her head drooping on his shoulder, her body cold and her face deathly pale. A sharp ache struck him. “Milly, please wake up!”

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