Love Unbreakable - Chapter 1667

Chapter 1667:

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Although the footage wasn’t clear, it was evident that the woman who had fallen was Jamie. However, she wasn’t their primary concern.

The priority was uncovering the identity of the figure orchestrating Jamie’s actions. She was merely a pawn in the hands of someone far more dangerous—the SUV driver.

Conor responded, “Understood!” He prepared to leave to execute the task.

Jarrod added sternly, “Increase the security at Nicole’s place. And make sure the personnel are competent this time!”

Conor’s face mirrored Jarrod’s seriousness as he nodded earnestly. He had underestimated the situation, assuming third-level bodyguards would suffice for the area’s security.

The failure of these guards to apprehend even Jamie and her accomplice had been a glaring misjudgment. A more skilled team was clearly needed.

Just as Conor was about to leave, he paused and turned back to ask, “Mr. Schultz, should we also deploy a team to pursue Jamie?”

When Conor mentioned Jamie’s name, Jarrod’s expression remained eerily calm, and he replied in a slow, measured tone, “There’s no need. She’s unlikely to make it.”

Conor was surprised. What made Jarrod so certain that Jamie wouldn’t survive?

Conor assumed that the mysterious person who had rescued Jamie still saw her as an ally, despite her condition. However, Jarrod’s thoughts were far different from Conor’s.

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Jarrod idly manipulated the video feed from the neighborhood entrance, freezing the footage just as the SUV was about to strike Jamie.

The move was ruthless and calculated, intended to kill without mercy. Perhaps the risk of Jamie’s death at the neighborhood gate seemed too great, so the plan had been revised.

Still, it was clear the mysterious figure had no intention of sparing Jamie’s life.

Conor spotted the SUV’s fake license plates, but he knew that wouldn’t prevent them from tracing the vehicle. As long as it remained in Ambrosia, the surveillance system would eventually leave a trail.

Meanwhile, in the SUV, Jamie’s expression shifted as she took in her surroundings. She asked, “Mr. Bates, why have we stopped in the middle of nowhere? It’s going to be difficult for me to get a taxi back from here.”

“You want to be picky now?” the man replied, displeased.

Jamie fell silent, her lips pressed together in a tense gesture of restraint.

“Can I leave now?” Jamie asked cautiously.

The man finished his cigarette before turning to Jamie with a deliberate, unhurried gaze. “Yes,” he finally said, his voice low and measured.

Jamie’s face lit up with relief as she quickly opened the car door, which swung open smoothly this time. She breathed a sigh of gratitude, thinking she had narrowly avoided a dangerous situation.

But the moment she stepped out, a brutal kick struck her in the back, sending her crashing to the ground.

“Ugh!” Jamie’s body flew through the air, her mouth filling with blood as she spat it out. Her bones felt shattered from the force of the kick, leaving her crumpled and broken on the ground.

The man got out of the car and walked over to Jamie, stopping in front of her.

Jamie looked up at him, puzzled, and asked, “Why did you kick me?”

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