Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 1025:

Jack froze mid-movement, his gaze instantly sharpening like a predator spotting prey. The license plates flashed recognition in his mind—Wall Group’s vehicles!

A cocktail of excitement and dread surged through his veins, electrifying every nerve. He dove back into the car, slammed the door, and fired up the engine in one fluid, practiced motion.

The sequence unfolded with the precision of a veteran operative—lightning-fast and ghostly quiet.

With calculated movements, he adjusted the wheel and maintained a shadow’s distance as he tailed the luxury cars into the community.

Meanwhile, in the lead car, Samuel caught the reflection of the black sedan trailing them in his rearview mirror. His trained eyes missed nothing.

His brow furrowed. “We have a tail. Prepare to engage if necessary,” he instructed, his voice clipped and professional.

The bodyguard shifted in his seat, eyes narrowing at the reflection in the mirror. After a moment of deliberation, he turned to Samuel. “Mr. Ford,” he said gravely, “I recognize that vehicle—it’s Mr. Noel’s.”noveldrama

Samuel’s composed facade cracked momentarily at this revelation. He scrutinized the license plate in the mirror again, confirming his suspicions. It was unmistakably Patrick’s vehicle—no room for doubt.

Why would Patrick dispatch his people to shadow them? Had their operation been compromised?

Samuel’s mind churned through a labyrinth of alarming possibilities. Sadie’s instructions had been crystal clear—their passenger’s identity must remain shrouded in absolute secrecy.

Their mission demanded impenetrable security at all costs. Deviation from these orders was simply not an option.

𝐿𝑎t𝑒st ch𝑎pt𝑒rs in g𝓪lnoνels.𝓬𝓞𝓶

After a weighted pause, Samuel broke the tension, his voice measured and deliberate. “If confrontation becomes inevitable, act decisively but remember—Mr. Noel’s people are not to be harmed,” he commanded.

The alliance between Wall Group and Burgess Group remained too valuable; a fallout would serve neither party’s interests. If Patrick’s people were merely probing out of curiosity, a warning would suffice to send them scurrying away. Should they persist, however, more… persuasive measures might become necessary.

“Understood, sir,” came the terse reply.

The procession of vehicles descended into the cavernous underground parking garage, headlights cutting through the dimness.

The moment the vehicles halted, the second car’s doors burst open, disgorging several black-suited bodyguards who materialized like shadows in motion. They fanned out with military precision, creating a protective semicircle, their vigilant gazes sweeping the area for potential threats. Samuel emerged from his vehicle with purposeful efficiency and strode directly to the second car, shoulders squared.

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