The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1366

Blood stained Dewitt's arm, making Claire frown.

"It's nothing serious. The heavy winter jacket took the brunt of it. It's just a bullet graze," he assured her.

Even though he called it a graze, Claire couldn't help but worry.

"I'm perfectly fine, let's head out first. Dane..."

Before Dewitt could finish, another figure stepped into the room.

It was Dane.

He was wounded as well. A cut across his cheek trickled blood, adding a feral edge to his striking features—he looked incredibly handsome, like a battle-scarred hero.

"Dane, are you alright?"

Claire's brow furrowed in concern.

Dane shook his head. "How are you holding up?"

Seeing that Claire was completely unharmed, Dane finally let out a breath of relief.

His predatory gaze then locked onto Frederick Foster.

"Someone will be here to deal with him shortly!"

Silas Carl didn't arrive until dawn.

By then, Claire was already at the hospital.

After all, her bodyguards, Dane, and Dewitt had all sustained minor injuries.

Dane had brought his own men, and every single one of them was a ruthless fighter.

But there was no denying that Frederick Foster was formidable. Not only had he brought a legion of bodyguards into Solenia, but he had also colluded with the local underground syndicates.

They had initiated a massive shootout at the docks, but Dewitt had been prepared.

Edison had called in reinforcements, and Dane had tipped off Silas, who directly coordinated with the local SWAT teams.

With overwhelming tactical support, Frederick Foster had nowhere to run.

Foster thought he had orchestrated a masterclass in strategy, completely unaware that he had walked right into Claire's trap.

He was beyond frustrated.

But now, he didn't even have the luxury to dwell on his frustration.

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