My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1317

Andrew clenched his jaw so hard it looked like it might shatter. He grabbed Beatty's wrist. "Let go!"

Beatty clung to him with terrifying desperation, her eyes wide with panic. "No, Mr. Lane! You can't let your emotions dictate this. If you go after her, they'll capture all of us."

She had already noticed the terrifying amount of blood soaking his back, and her voice trembled with urgency. "Mr. Lane, we need to leave. You're bleeding out. What can you even do in this condition?"

Andrew's voice was lethal. "Let go!"

A short distance away, Emily was clutching her stomach, leaning heavily against the tree trunks as she scrambled through the brush. Benjamin's thugs were rapidly closing the distance.

Benjamin noticed the struggle between Andrew and his secretary. Smirking, he started walking casually toward them with his last remaining thug.

Beatty gritted her teeth and yelled, "Mr. Lane, if you stay, everything she just did to save you will be for nothing! If you actually want to help her, you need to leave right now!"

Benjamin chuckled, his footsteps crunching on the dry leaves as he approached.

Beatty's forehead was slick with sweat, her heart hammering against her ribs.

Andrew stood perfectly still for a second, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. Then, with a sudden, violent jerk, he pried her fingers off him.

Just as Beatty thought he was going to throw his life away to chase Emily, Andrew spun around and sprinted in the opposite direction, grabbing her wrist and dragging her with him.

In that singular moment, a massive wave of relief washed over Beatty.

The wind roared in her ears as she stared down at his hand wrapped tightly around her wrist. Her eyes lit up.

She couldn't resist glancing back toward Emily's direction.

The forest was pitch-black. They had already covered enough ground that Emily's silhouette was entirely swallowed by the shadows. All she could see was that Benjamin had abandoned his pursuit of them and redirected his focus solely on capturing Emily.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched the corners of her mouth. She looked forward again, keeping her voice low. "Mr. Lane, let's hurry. Ms. Blair is counting on us to get help."

The moment the words left her mouth, Andrew dropped her hand.

Beatty's smile instantly vanished.

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