Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
Despite his current difficulty in articulating his feelings, Jeremy couldn’t forget that this was his best friend, the one he’d stood by for more than 20 years.
Landon had endured so much to finally be happy with Lauren, and Jeremy wasn’t about to be the one to disrupt that hard-earned happiness.
Understanding Jeremy’s stubbornness, Landon turned to Xavier. “Call me immediately if anything happens.”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Harper,” Xavier reassured.
With that, Sebastian climbed into the back seat beside Jeremy while a few of Jeremy’s trusted subordinates followed in another car. The two vehicles sped off, one after the other. Landon remained standing, unease gnawing at him as he watched them drive away.
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The luxury cars sped toward Berenike Hotel.
“Mr. Walsh, w-will I end up dying?” Sebastian asked, his voice trembling.
Expressionlessly, Jeremy asked, “Why do you ask?”
“I chose your side, which means I’ve offended Mr. Justin. He sent men to kill me before. Will I survive?”
Sebastian buried his face in his hands, despair evident in his posture.
Though Jeremy’s face betrayed no emotion, he didn’t want Sebastian to die.
“Don’t worry-“
Just as he spoke, a deafening crash echoed from behind their car.
Xavier jerked in fright, immediately glancing at the rearview mirror.
Jeremy’s gaze hardened as he turned around, holding his breath.
A truck had collided with the car following them, flipping it over and slamming it into the sidewalk. The force shattered the windows of nearby shops.
“Shit. Karma’s come for me!” Sebastian exclaimed, covering his head.
This was Xavier’s first time witnessing such a scene. His face drained of color as panic set in. “M-Mr. Walsh, what should we do?”
“Floor it! Keep going, and don’t stop!” Jeremy ordered, his voice tense.
It wasn’t that he wanted to abandon his subordinates, but stopping now would only make things worse.
The black Maybach surged forward, its engine roaring.
Another vehicle appeared from behind, tailing them closely.
“Xavier, watch out!”
Jeremy’s eyes widened in alarm.
Distracted by the car behind them, Xavier didn’t see the massive truck speeding toward them from the front. The danger was imminent.
If they collided head-on, they wouldn’t survive.
With a shout, Xavier wrenched the steering wheel to the left, sending the Maybach careening into a narrow alley. A thunderous crash echoed from behind.
Jeremy glanced back, only to see the truck and the tailing vehicle collide, creating a chaotic scene that could have been straight out of an action movie.
“Fuck! Damn it!” Xavier muttered, drenched in sweat but feeling a sense of relief. “When I have kids, I’ll tell them how amazing I was. This felt like a scene from The Swift and the Savage!”
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Sebastian thanked the heavens before remarking, “Don’t get smug, Mr. Hall. We’d be in their place if it weren’t for Mr. Walsh’s quick thinking.” Before Xavier could respond, another vehicle appeared ahead, blocking their path. It was clear the attackers were still on their tail.
“M-Mr. Walsh, what should we do now?”
The panic took hold of Xavier, and before he could stop himself, his hometown accent surfaced, thickening his words.
With a fiery determination, Jeremy commanded, “Don’t stop. Drive straight into them!”
They were in the city, in broad daylight. Jeremy knew the attackers wouldn’t risk firing shots. If they did, the police would be on the scene in moments, and surveillance cameras would capture their every move.
Without firearms, the attackers could only rely on other weapons.
Clenching his teeth, Xavier steeled himself and put the pedal to the metal, charging toward the vehicle ahead.
Suddenly, the Maybach lurched, its tires screeching as it made a 180-degree turn, crashing into a building on the right. They nearly flipped over. “Damn it. Our tires are punctured!” Xavier yelled.
Just then, Jeremy noticed a glint ahead. Realizing the danger, he shouted, “Xavier, get down!”
He shoved Sebastian’s head down, then lowered himself as well.
A sharp whoosh filled the air.
A steel-tipped arrow shot toward them, smashing through the windshield and embedding itself in the driver’s seat.
It was a close call. If Jeremy hadn’t warned Xavier in time, the arrow would have struck him directly in the head.
Frightened out of his wits, Xavier yelped, covering his head and crouching low in his seat.
It wasn’t that he was a coward. He had been brave in the past, but this situation was unlike anything an ordinary person would face.
Working for Jeremy meant Xavier didn’t have to worry about his livelihood, but every day was a gamble with danger. If this continued, he might have to keep Nitroglycerin on hand just to survive.
Jeremy, with his strong, muscular frame, shielded Sebastian beneath him.
He knew the attackers were after Sebastian, the witness, aiming to eliminate anyone who could tip the scales against them. If they could take down Jeremy too, or at least injure him severely, it would be a bonus.
These people were ruthless.
Sebastian, oblivious to the danger, was muttering the Lord’s Prayer under his breath. He didn’t know that the man protecting him was sometimes more powerful than any deity.
“Don’t lift your heads! Arrows aren’t like bullets-they can pierce glass but not the car’s body,” Jeremy said, his voice steady despite the sweat on his brow.
The sounds of clattering filled the air, a barrage of arrows raining down like a violent storm. It reminded Jeremy of his time fighting terrorists in the warzone at Luminara. His eyes narrowed, and his blood surged.
After five or six minutes, the barrage stopped, but their tires were punctured. There was no way to keep driving forward. Thus, the only thing Jeremy could do was to charge at their attackers with his bare bands.
“Xavier, protect our witness.”
With that, he threw open the car door and charged out without hesitation.
In the blink of an eye, over a dozen assassins surrounded him like a pack of wolves closing in on a lion. Some wielded blades, others carried sticks.
Jeremy remained calm, his body tense, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.
It became clear-Sebastian was merely a secondary target. The real aim was Jeremy’s life.
This had all been orchestrated by Justin, the mastermind behind this attack.
Without a weapon, Jeremy grabbed a black umbrella from the car and twirled it in his hands. It would have to do. “Get him!”
Upon hearing that command, the group of attackers charged at Jeremy.
Glaring fiercely at his attackers, Jeremy tightened his grip on the umbrella handle till his veins popped on the back of his hand.
He took his opponents head-on. In the blink of an eye, a fight broke out in the alley.
Teeth chattering, Xavier pulled his phone out to call the cops when a call came in. It was Jonah.
“Mr. Jonah!”
Xavier answered Jonah’s call right away. He cried out, “Please come and save Mr. Walsh. He’s being attacked by over a dozen people with blades. It’s terrifying!”
“Stay calm. I’m on my way,” Jonah replied, his voice steady. “Alyssa sent me.”
Landon, worried about Jeremy escorting Sebastian alone, had contacted Alyssa, who, despite her own responsibilities, immediately reached out to Jonah, who had just returned to Cyrris. He, along with Axel, rushed to Jeremy’s location.
