Help me?

Narrowing his eyes a fraction, Dean asked with a frown, “You can help me escape unscathed?”

Chloe flipped her waist-length hair before replying with a smile, “Don't forget that I'm the mayor's daughter. Isn't it a piece of cake for me to help someone like you who hasn't murdered or committed arson but merely embezzled a bit of money?”

Upon deliberation, Dean felt that it indeed made sense. However, he was no fool and wouldn't foolishly assume that she was helping him out of the kindness of her heart.

She must have some ulterior motive to seek me out.

“Tell me your terms, Ms. West. What do you want in exchange?”

“Sure enough, you're a smart one, Mr. Worrell. In this case, I'll cut straight to the chase.”

“Go ahead.”

“I want you to claim that the person in charge of the charity foundation behind the scenes condoned your embezzlement of the funds. That aside, make it known that the person in question and the world's top philanthropist, Betty, are the same person.”

Wariness stained Dean's face. Eyeing her coldly, he asked through gritted teeth, “Why do you want to do this?”

Chloe's expression turned chilly. She answered in a voice dripping with hatred, “Betty stole the man I love. Is there anything wrong with me taking revenge on her? Just say whether you're willing to do it. If you're reluctant, there's no need for us to waste any more time. But if otherwise, I'll keep you out of prison.”

After mulling it over, Dean felt it wasn't a big deal.

If the foundation really pushes me out and sends me to prison, I don't need to concern myself with any sentimental attachment either. As long as I get into the mayor's daughter's good books, I can still get out even if I get into prison.

“Okay. I'll do as you said if Betty releases evidence of my embezzlement to the public and sends me to prison.”

“All right. I look forward to working with you.”

At Chloe's comment, Dean answered in the affirmative.

Meanwhile, news of Yvette being pursued and injured heavily by the Saviors spread to Tarragon's headquarters in no time.

When the few elders and higher-ups heard the news, they were livid beyond words.

All of them proposed launching a crusade against the Saviors. Not only did they order Micah and Holden to dispatch men to officially wage a battle against the Saviors, but they even requested that their leader make a trip to Tarragon's headquarters to preside over things if the two men hadn't the authority to make such a decision.

In a flash, the whole of Tarragon plunged into chaos. Its branches around the world, which amounted to a few hundred, braced themselves for war in the shortest time possible.

In the ward in the infirmary at Tarragon's branch, a female doctor helped Yvette to connect to the video call before placing the laptop on a stand.

“If there's nothing else, Your Royal Highness, please excuse me.”

Yvette was immobile with gunshot wounds to both her hands and abdomen. Her entire upper body was paralyzed. As such, she wouldn't be able to budge an inch for half a month at the very least.

“Sure. You may be dismissed. I'll call you if I need anything.”

“Okay.”

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