The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 619

"Which means you definitely can't leave here alive."

The hand around her throat tightened viciously, but the gun pressed to her temple remained perfectly still.

Nathalie's long eyelashes fluttered. "You could have killed me instantly. Why didn't you? What do you want?"

The man let out another dark chuckle. "Oh, believe me, I want to. Do you have any idea how much you're worth? Putting a bullet in your head nets me a cool hundred million dollars."

Nathalie shuddered. No wonder they were coming after her in relentless droves.

She really was worth a fortune.

"However, the young miss gave specific orders. A quick kill is boring. She wants to see an entertaining game," he murmured, his fingers finally releasing her throat.

But the barrel of the gun never left her temple.

Without warning, he let out a piercing whistle.

Hearing the sharp sound, everyone tensed, scanning the jungle perimeter.

A moment later, two mercenaries emerged from the brush, roughly shoving a woman forward.

The woman wore baggy clothes, her hair was a tangled mess, and she looked utterly wretched.

Nathalie got a clear look at her face, and her pupils constricted in shock.

It was her!

"Lance! Help me!"

The woman was none other than Felice James.

The second she locked eyes with Lance, she began pleading for her life. Her face was ashen, her frame horrifyingly gaunt. Whatever she had endured during her disappearance had left her eyes vacant and hollow.

"Lance, I saved your life back then! You have to save me now! I swear I'll vanish, I'll never show my face in front of you again. Please, you have to save me..." Felice whimpered, her gaze fixed desperately on Lance in pure terror.

Lance didn't even spare her a second glance. His eyes remained locked entirely on Nathalie.

"What are you trying to do?"

Watching this unfold, Nathalie couldn't help but ask, a horrible sense of dread rising in her chest.

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