The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1565

"What a slippery rabbit!"

Quinton Graves adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and laughed softly.

The operative next to him was entirely unnerved by his ability to smile in this situation.

However, Quinton's smile was clearly laced with a dark, boiling rage born of humiliation.

"Mr. Graves, do we continue the pursuit?"

He genuinely didn't know if they could catch them.

Quinton glanced out the window at the sheer cliffs and the violent, churning river below.

Continuing the chase in this terrain was a massive tactical error.

Claire's backup would be arriving at any second.

"The cars in front will maintain pursuit. Tell them to ram the target. If they can force the military transport off the cliff, even better."

"Once the vehicles collide, order our men to abandon their cars and scatter."

Having weighed the tactical variables, Quinton issued his lethal commands.

He was effectively ordering the forward team on a suicide run.

"But... the higher-ups explicitly ordered us to capture her alive," the operative hesitated.

It wasn't that he was questioning Quinton's authority.

But ramming them off a cliff guaranteed zero survivors.

Even if they hit the water, no one was surviving that drop.

Quinton acted as if he had suddenly remembered that minor detail.

"Then pursue for exactly five minutes. If you don't have her by then, abort." Quinton's orders shifted with terrifying unpredictability.

The operative instantly realized Quinton had never intended to catch them in the first place.

Knowing Quinton always had a backup plan, the man didn't question it further.

Faking a relentless pursuit for exactly five minutes was easy enough.

Rory's driving skills couldn't match Claire's, but her evasive maneuvering was still incredibly fluid.

Coupled with the superior specs of the military vehicle, the pursuing cars simply couldn't close the gap.

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