Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 1553

Chapter 1553

Chapter 1553:

Only a few minutes passed before a sudden knock rattled him.

Damon stood in the doorway.

Nikolas asked, “What are you doing back here?”

Damon retorted, “How could | just sit back with all this going on? So, what's the plan? And why are you packing?

Are we all making a run for it?”

Nikolas nodded. “Yeah, once the car's here, I'll have the driver take them away.”

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Damon nodded in understanding. “So it’s just the two of us staying behind?”

Nikolas paused mid-motion. “That's right. Dad only arranged for the driver to get me, you, and Cedric out—just

the three of us. Let Cedric, Daniela, and Carol leave. We'll stay put.”

Both he and Damon were part of the McCoy family. No one would dare cross that line and kill them.

Still, Nikolas struggled to piece everything together. How had a few harsh words turned into all-out chaos? Even

so, his mind was made up.

In the living room, Carol sat quietly as Nikolas approached. “Go pack your things.”

Carol slowly looked up, meeting Nikolas’ eyes.

Nikolas explained, “My dad called. My uncle's guards are coming tonight. You need to leave, right now.”

Carol had always expected the McCoy family to take drastic measures, but Nikolas’ words still surprised her. Just

a little while ago, he'd acted like none of this was serious.

Carol stayed silent for a few seconds before saying, “Your dad doesn’t really care what happens toor

Daniela. He just wants you and Damon out safely, and maybe Cedric if there’s room.” She guessed it perfectly.

Nikolas gave a tight nod. “You three should get out. Damon and | will be fine. We're part of the McCoy family. No

one’s going to kill us.”

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Carol tilted her head, her voice flat. “Is that so? Because the information I've got says the hit’s scheduled for

midnight, no exceptions. Everyone's a target. That's the sintel your dad received, right? Otherwise, he

wouldn't have been in such a rush to send someone to pick you up.”

Carol met Nikolas’ gaze, her voice cutting straight to the point. “Why are you doing this?”

Truthfully, Nikolas was asking himself the squestion. He had always been the type to steer clear of danger,

mocking any kind of reckless bravery. Yet here he was, choosing to stay behind.

Nikolas looked away, discomfort written all over his face. “Just go, Carol. Get out of here while you still can.”

A long pause followed before Carol spoke again. “You two plan on staying here to act as decoys, don’t you? The

attackers won't know at first. Maybe they'll figure out you're part of the McCoy family after the shooting starts,

and you'll only get injured. But what if they don’t realize it in time?”

Carol fixed Nikolas with a hard look. “You could die. Tell me, Nikolas, why? You're the last person I'd expect to risk

everything. What's making you take this risk all of a sudden? Why pull Damon into this, too?”

Nikolas stood there, fists clenched, unable to respond.

Carol studied the turmoil on his face for a moment before turning her attention back to the television.