Chapter 740 - Seven Hundred And Forty: Young Fool (1/2)

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.