The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1591

"If you try anything, I'll make you wish you died in that car."

His interrogation tactics were a far cry from standard police protocol.

Reese didn't say a word, pouring all her focus into treating the wound.

But barely two minutes later, her hands stopped.

"How is he?"

Zeke prayed for a miracle.

But Reese wasn't a surgeon. She turned to him, her eyes completely hollow. "I stopped the external bleeding, but his vitals are crashing."

"There might be someone who can save him!" Reese suddenly remembered Claire.

Wasn't that the whole reason Sundara was trying to extract her? Because she was a medical genius?

"Who?" Zeke had no idea who Claire was.

"Claire. The prodigy we were trying to take."

"But..." Reese swallowed the rest of her sentence. She had already sent Claire away.

With the atrocious medical facilities out here, this officer was as good as dead.

Understanding the situation, Zeke stayed silent, grabbed her wrists, and moved to cuff her again.

A feral gleam flashed in Reese's eyes, and she instantly twisted, trying to lock Zeke in a grapple.

One second she was a desperate nurse, the next she was a cornered predator.

She was lethal, but Zeke was better.

And with the backup cruisers already skidding to a halt around them, there was absolutely nowhere to run.

Zeke wrestled her to the dirt, neutralizing her effortlessly.

Reese went totally limp, offering no further resistance. Her sudden attack had just been a dying reflex.

She didn't want to fall into the hands of the Solenian government. She wanted to disappear.

But realizing escape was physically impossible, she simply surrendered.

"Biting the hand that bleeds for you."

Zeke sneered, his disgust for her bottomless.

An officer had taken a bullet to keep her alive, and she still tried to use his dying breaths as a distraction to run.

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