Chapter 719
The SUV doors were ripped open simultaneously, and a swarm of black-clad thugs poured out, launching a direct assault on their vehicle.
The cabin rocked violently, the windows rattling in their frames.
The sounds of combat—clashing metal and the dull thuds of flesh hitting flesh—erupted from all sides.
Sienna didn’t even realize how their car door had been pried open.
In the chaos, a strong hand clamped down on her wrist.
It was Marcus.
Sienna let him pull her out of the car.
There were simply too many attackers; their offensive was brutal, and they were clearly prepared for this hit.
The scene was absolute bedlam.
Sienna’s vision blurred in the frantic movement, and before she could even process the situation.
A sharp, piercing pain struck the back of her neck.
A needle breached her skin, and a chilling numbness instantly surged through her veins.
Within a fraction of a second, her limbs turned to jelly, every ounce of strength draining from her body.
Her pupils dilated slightly, and she completely collapsed.
At one in the morning.
A biting midnight wind, heavy with cold mist, swept across the empty tarmac.
Jarred stepped off the helicopter, radiating an overwhelming, oppressive aura as his boots hit the ground.
Declan Ward, who had been waiting for him, immediately hurried forward, reporting in a hushed voice.
“Boss, our men have thoroughly inspected the scene. The execution was clean and ruthless—identical to the mercenaries we’ve dealt with before.
Marcus was injured and immediately rushed to the hospital. As for his men… one dead, eight injured p>
Declan paused, lowering his head as he nervously forced out the rest. “Ms. Sloan is missing p>
The word ‘missing’ pierced Jarred’s tightly wound heart like an ice-cold blade.
The last trace of warmth vanished from his eyes, replaced by a dark, murderous gloom.
He had gambled every second, finishing his mission at top speed, yet he was still one step too late.
Jarred said nothing, his lips pressed into a harsh line.
His stoic silence was infinitely more terrifying than any explosive rage.
He strode straight toward the black sedan waiting by the road.
His chilling silhouette barely contained the churning tsunami of fury and terror within him, silent yet radiating absolute devastation
The car tore through the night, heading straight for the convalescent center’s ward.
Marcus had just had the scrape on his shoulder treated, his fingers still wrapped in gauze.
He leaned against the headboard, receiving an IV drip, his face slightly pale.
Without warning, the door to the ward was violently kicked open.
“Bang p>
The heavy door slammed hard against the wall.
Jarred marched in, carrying the freezing chill of the night with him as he advanced.
Before Marcus could even speak, Jarred swung a devastating, full-force punch directly into his face.
A harsh red welt instantly bloomed across Marcus’s handsome, refined cheek.
As the pain radiated outward.
He merely turned his head slightly, his hair falling into slight disarray Yet he showed no anger, his eyes remained as perfectly calm as a still lake.
Jarred loomed over him, his dark eyes bloodshot and menacing, locked hercely onto Marcus’s unbothered expression.
He gritted his teeth and snarled, “You said you would protect her p>
Marcus slowly looked up, his gaze mild, a touch of helplessness in his tone.
“I didn’t expect anyone to be bold enough to ambush a military vehicle p>
Jarred stared at his pale, detached features, his piercing gaze pressing down on Marcus like a knife to the bone.
He didn’t say a word.
But the violent rage swirling in his eyes was nearly impossible to contain.
Every fiber of his being screamed to butcher the man sitting in front of him.
Jarred shot him one last icy glare.
Ultimately, he remained silent, turning on his heel and storming out of the ward.
Settling into the car, the confined space trapped his freezing aura.
Jarred pressed his fingers against his temples, his voice entirely devoid of warmth. “Well? Did you track her p>