Taming A Billionaire - Chapter 740

The third point of view:

Andrew doesn’t recall the last time he went to church, however, at that moment he was making a prayer in his heart.

“Protect Maggie,” was all he asked for.

“Block every possible entrance, and keep your eyes on any questionable vehicle. To have attempted this escape, they must have a ride waiting for them!” He barked orders here and there just before he went through the tunnel.

There were others with him but Andrew must as well have been a lone wolf because he walked so briskly that it was almost a run the others couldn’t catch up with.

The forest was vast and Andrew didn’t know where to begin, plus the fact that it was late. However, he couldn’t give up, not when there were chances of Maggie being in danger. Then he heard it, the sound of gunshots, and his heart almost leaped out of his chest. It can’t be.

“Sir Andrew!” He broke into a sprint, ignoring his men calling after him.

He ran for a long time or maybe it wasn’t that long, but to Andrew, a minute of waiting and being in the dark of Maggie’s whereabouts felt like forever.

He followed the sound of the gunshot and at last found her.

“Maggie!” His heart jumped in his throat and he rushed at the woman who was seated on the bare floor, her back resting against one of the trees.

“Hey,” He cupped her cheeks, relief spreading over him. She was okay, God answered his prayers. Not that Maggie couldn’t protect herself but Mikhail was a cruel and dangerous man.

“I can’t move,” she said, causing Andrew to look down and gasp at her bleeding thigh. She was shot.

“He did this to you?!” He growled, anger rising to the surface.

But to his surprise, Maggie giggled, “We did it to each other and to think that his shot was quite messy. He wasn’t as skillful as I thought or was it because I learned from the best?” She referred to Andrew since he had been the one to train her in the past.

“This is not funny, you’re bleeding! And you should stop talking,” Andrew told her as he took off his shirt, tore off enough pieces, and tied it around her thigh to control his bleeding.

“I got him on the chest,”

“I said don’t talk,” Andrew scolded her just as he scooped her into his arms.

“If I was meant to die, talking or not wouldn’t stop it,” She told him.

At the mention of death, Andrew gave her an intense glare that would have shut up a normal person. Unfortunately, Maggie was not a normal person and she kept on speaking her mind.

“You don’t have to worry, Mikhail wouldn’t survive that shot even if he was rescued by that woman,” she said just as Andrew froze in his steps.

“That woman?”

“Yeah,” Maggie went into details, “She was the one who dragged Mikhail into the car and took off. Although I couldn’t see her face because she was wearing a mask,”

Andrew’s brows furrowed as he went over her words. If the woman was here to take Mikhail, that meant she and the betrayer must have been in cahoots. They would have to look into this.

“I feel sleepy,” Maggie muttered, her eyelids drooping and that caused Andrew to panic.

“No, Maggie, don’t….!” but the woman in question had already shut her eyes.

“Sir!” his men finally arrived.

“Call the doctor immediately!”

Meanwhile…..

This was a lost cause! Everything was messed up! Deborah felt like screaming out as she drove away. She knew it wouldn’t be easy dealing with the Falcon mob but she had put a bit of trust in Mikhail that he would be able to take care of himself, only that she was wrong.

He wasn’t as powerful as she thought and now she had to deal with a major setback in her plan, not to mention the fact that she was almost found out. Plus the fact that the great Mikhail was dying right now.

Yes, she could sense that the man wouldn’t be able to make it through the night. Even right now, his breath was fleeting yet he was still desperately hanging onto life – he must have great willpower.

Deborah finally stopped under the bridge and packed her car where it wouldn’t be easily discerned. She then turned to Mikhail who had his hand pressed to his chest as if trying to stop the wound from bleeding, not that it would help much.

“What do I do with you now?” She sneered, “If I had known you would only end up becoming a liability to me, I would have set my eyes on other capable people. To think that I failed a major plot,” She laughed sarcastically.

“You are the one who rescued me,” Mikhail spoke with effort, “Why? What do you need from me?”

“Your resources of course,” Deborah didn’t stand on ceremony with him and was straight to the point, “But those resources are depleted and you have no usefulness for me,”

“You want to go against the Falcon Mob, you must be suicidal,” Mikhail still managed to laugh in his condition. The woman must be dumb not to have leant from his lesson.

“No, the Spencers to be precise. But since the Spencers and the falcons were connected and you had a feud with the Falcons, I thought we could be a team. But from the looks of things…” She looked him over, “I’ll be saying farewell to you instead,”

“You should give up, you can’t defeat them,” Mikhail gave her sincere advice – that he hardly does. However, he was dying, it wouldn’t hurt to perform good work for once.

“And I’m guessing you’re speaking from experience,” She hinted at his condition with mockery. Deborah drew closer, “Sorry, but in your case, you were all brawls and no brains. However, I’m careful and have been planning this for a long time now,” She was sure her case would be different.

But Mikhail laughed instead, “Young fool,” Then the spark in his eyes died as his head dropped to the side and his hand fell. He was dead.

Deborah sighed, and just like that, her hard work was in vain.

She stepped out of the car and closed the door with her gloved hand that ensured her DNA wasn’t on the car. Thankfully the car was stolen hence it wouldn’t be traced back to her.

However, this night was just not meant for Deborah because her phone rang with another bad news.

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