Meanwhile…
Zoren's eyes dilated as he watched Butler Gilbert shield Nathalie. Surely, the butler had devoted his entire life and death to her. However, that didn't matter to him as he caught Nathalie climbing into the ascending chopper.
He opened fire, but it was too late.
The chopper had already taken off and continued to ascend, making the bullets useless.
"Take it down!"
"Don't let her get away!"
Men, who had come here to take her down, shouted. However, their shouts were quickly replaced by others coming from all directions. Nathalie's men had also arrived, keeping everyone busy as another round of crossfire raged.
Zoren's face twisted, opening fire at the helicopter again, but to no avail.
"She's getting away—"
"ZOREN!"
Just then, Nathalie's shouts came from above. Armed with a rifle, she stood by the entrance of the chopper, eyes burning with resentment and unquenchable anger at Naylani's son. Without warning, she pulled the trigger, aiming where he stood.
