The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1579

"Fine!"

Zachary gritted his teeth, perfectly aware she was just blowing him off.

If these elitist spies looked down on him, he wasn't going to beg for their friendship.

He had offered his services to their supposedly terrifying organization, and they had spat in his face.

The blatant disrespect left a bitter, burning rage festering in Zachary's chest.

But he wasn't stupid enough to snap right now; he swallowed his pride and forced himself to play the obedient dog.

Boarding the getaway vessel, it quickly became apparent that the man steering the boat wasn't Graves.

The elusive mastermind was still hiding in the shadows, brainwashing his operatives from afar.

In Zachary's eyes, Graves was a coward, using them as heavily armed bait to draw fire while he secured his own flawless escape.

But to Reese, Graves's strategy was absolute perfection.

As the operational commander, his survival was the only thing that truly mattered.

Claire remained perfectly still, maintaining her facade of unconsciousness while Reese kept a hawk-like watch on the dark water, her hand hovering near her sidearm.

Zachary was equally paranoid, his eyes constantly scanning the shoreline, terrified of seeing flashing red and blue lights.

No fugitive ever wanted to be dragged back to a cage.

In the cabin, Zeke slumped against the wall, utterly exhausted.

The brutal sprint had torn his stitches, and fresh blood was seeping through his clothes.

"Reese, you need to patch this up," Zeke groaned, gesturing to his side.

Reese hesitated, glancing back at Zachary. She didn't trust the Solenian thug to watch their backs, fearing he would intentionally miss an approaching threat.

"Alright," she murmured, unable to ignore Zeke's agonizing pain.

Zeke and Reese went way back.

His cover identity as a local herdsman had allowed him to seamlessly funnel classified intel across the border for years.

Reese operated as his niece in their carefully constructed fake family.

The bond between them was forged in the fires of deep-cover espionage.

As Reese sterilized and re-bandaged the bleeding wounds, she paused, marveling at the original sutures.

Claire's surgical work was a masterpiece of flawless precision.

Reese shot a complex look at the sleeping girl.

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