My Baby's Daddy

Their movements were somewhat concealed under the cover of night. As a result, it naturally made it difficult for the enemy to track them down.

Shirley was concerned for her father. She settled Nixon and the others in a safe place before setting off to find him. “Mr. Nixon, stay put. I’ll lead these enemy forces away.”

“What?! Miss Lloyd, please don’t take any unnecessary risks. How can we explain it to Mr. Lloyd if something happens to you?” Nixon yelled after her.

Of course, Shirley feared death. Still, she dreaded losing someone dear more than losing her own life. Hence, she wasn’t about to change her mind to rescue her father. Even if she didn’t make it in time, she could at least confirm if he was alive or dead.

Her heart was filled with anxiety at this moment. She wouldn’t stop advancing into the enemy territory unless she received credible news about her father’s condition.

“Let’s go together,” Nixon said as he clutched his injured shoulder, pushing himself to his feet.

“No. I’ll go. You all stay hidden here,” Shirley replied sternly. She was about to stand up when she suddenly heard a familiar sound in the sky. She instinctively raised her head and saw fighter jets breaking through the clouds as they streaked down like meteors, one after another

“Mr. Nixon, look! Our reinforcements are here.” Shirley pointed as she recognized the scene all too well-those were her father’s men.

“Mrs. Lloyd indeed sought help immediately.” Nixon sighed while appreciating the depth of their marital bond.

she turned to Nixon. “Mr. Nixon, wait for reinforcements to arrive.

please be careful!”

and darted into the nearby bushes. It was impossible to conceal the fact that jets were approaching the area. So, not only did she see the fighter jets streaking down, but the enemy forces also caught sight of them. Fear and apprehension flashed in their eyes, and they started retreating

distance while trailing a few of the retreating enemies. She wanted to find out where they were heading. She hoped her

where many mercenaries were rushing in. Shirley chose a different direction and climbed over a wall. Just as she

paid? Did

point? We should prioritize escaping with our lives. Haven’t you seen who’s

Can we

to the docks, grab a boat, and get out fast.

I’ll follow

Shirley then continued upstairs. She had a feeling her

this moment, the mercenaries were all scrambling toward the docks. Thus, the building was