He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 838

She couldn't find the words to argue with him.

In the end, her silence was her concession.

She climbed back into her car.

Sensing her compliance, the unmarked police cruisers discreetly broke off their pursuit.

Helena could feel the shift in the air.

Her knuckles turned white on the steering wheel as she forced the panic down, focusing purely on the road.

Miles behind her, Julian slipped into the shadows, tailing her with the precision of a ghost.

Lance had abandoned his vehicle and was riding shotgun with Julian.

Julian's eyes were locked on the horizon as he drove.

Lance provided a rapid briefing. "We can't find a digital footprint. These guys are disciplined, professional. They don't operate like local Coralia thugs."

Julian said nothing. Anticipating Helena's next turn, he violently swung the steering wheel, taking a parallel access road.

"Janetta's been totally radio silent," Lance continued. "She's on set, acting perfectly normal. Her call logs are clean. The only one harassing her is Sebastian, and she's ignoring him."

Julian absorbed the information in silence, keeping his foot heavy on the gas.

This parallel route would eventually intersect with Helena's trajectory.

The kidnappers were taking her on a massive, convoluted detour.

But despite all the misdirection, the final destination was still buried deep in the suburbs.

Julian had already put the pieces together. His intimate knowledge of Coralia's underbelly gave him the edge.

They were heading for the suburban slums—a chaotic, lawless labyrinth where the worst kind of violence went unchecked.

It was a place where ordinary people disappeared without a trace.

Even the police rarely dared to intervene in its twisted alleyways.

It was a total grey area, completely off the grid.

"Julian, how did you know to cut through here?" Lance asked, stunned as Julian killed the engine.

"It's the most tactical entry point," Julian replied coldly.

He unbuckled his seatbelt. "Janetta didn't plan this. She might be involved, but she doesn't have the brains or the resources to pull off an operation like this."

"Sebastian is on her," Julian said flatly. "He clearly knows her true identity now. There is no way in hell he's letting her get hurt."

It was a cold, pragmatic calculation.

And it was their best option.

Sebastian would watch Helena's back, while they hunted for Skye.

Lance gave a stiff nod and followed Julian silently into the darkness.

When Helena arrived, the area was cloaked in an unsettling silence.

She stood by her car, her heart pounding as she waited for the final set of instructions.

The moment she stepped into the harsh glow of a streetlamp, her phone vibrated.

It was a text detailing an exact coordinate.

Helena had no idea how to navigate this maze.

In all her years living in Coralia, she had never set foot in a place so dangerous.