NovelEnglishRemy trudged toward the wreckage with two subordinates at his side, footsteps heavy. The scene of the car accident was nothing
short of gruesome.
The black sedan had overturned. The two men in black seated in the front were crushed beyond recognition, as was the woman in
the back. Remy slowed, then stopped abruptly a few steps away. It felt as though an invisible weight had pinned his legs in place,
refusing to let him move forward.
"Go check the situation first. Both of you."
He struggled to keep his voice steady, but the faint tremor betrayed the fear coiling inside him.
"Understood, Remy," the two subordinates replied, rushing ahead.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRemy sucked in deep breaths, exhaling clouds of white mist into the cold air. His face was pale beneath its usual severity. His
fingers shook violently. Even when he clenched them into fists, the trembling would not stop. His temples throbbed again, sharp
and relentless, like icy needles stabbing into his skull.
Only a few minutes passed, yet it felt like an eternity. The waiting was pure torture.
"Remy!" one of his subordinates shouted. "Both men are dead. Do you want toe take a look?"
The drone still hovered overhead like a silent phantom. Remy knew he couldn't delay any longer. He forced himself forward, one
step at a time.
The drone followed, clinging to him like a shadow.
One of the bodyguards in the front seat waspletely disfigured, blood soaking his head from the impact. The other had been
impaled through the chest by a steel rod.
Remy broke out in a cold sweat at the sight. The world around him dulled, sounds blurring together as his blood ran cold.
He took two more steps.
At that moment, a slender, blood-smeared hand slipped limply from the rear window.
Remy's chest constricted. He rushed forward and dropped to one knee, his eyes reddening with unshed tears. At a single glance,
he recognized it.
It was Winston's second wife, Mandy. The woman who always called him Damien. The woman whose eyes welled with tears every
tshe saw him. The woman who had shown him nothing but unconditional kindness.
Her fingers curled tightly around a platinum necklace, its icy sheen stark against the blood coating it.
Breathing heavily, Remy reached out with a trembling hand and gently pulled the necklace from her grasp.
Suddenly, her finger twitched.
It was so faint it could have been missed entirely. Remy's eyes flew open, his heart skipping violently.
She was alive. She was alive!
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