Vengeful Hearts Return Novel by Susan Clyde

Audrey’s mind raced. There was a sniper outside, stepping out would only mean certain death.

But staying in the car might lead to an even worse outcome. One shot and the sniper could blow up the gas pedal, resulting in a catastrophic fate.

Although she wasn’t sure if the person who tampered with the car was the same as the one who hired the sniper, if they were, it was terrifying how accurately they predicted she would stop here.

But if they weren’t the same, it could be even more troublesome

Right now, they were in the dark, and she was in the light, putting her at a severe disadvantage.

Audrey couldn’t just wait in the car to be killed. Since she had to take a risk one way or another, she might as well go out.

The door was jammed shut, but the previous gunshot had shattered both sides of the car windows, even popping the airbags, allowing Audrey to exit through the other side.

As long as she moved quickly enough, the assailant might not be able to catch up.

Audrey quickly calculated the timing and formulated a plan. With the airbags deployed, she had more room to maneuver.

She lowered her body, moved to the other side, and then, using the blind spot in the line of sight, kicked out towards the previously shattered window.

The sound of the window shattering wasn’t subtle. Another buller whizzed past, prompting Audrey to duck behind the seatback, which she used as cover.

From the direction and angle the bullet came from, Audrey roughly determined where the assailant was.

With a swift motion, she leaped out of the windo

At the same time, two more shots rang out, and Audrey hid between the car and the mountainside.

Glancing towards the direction of the other shots, she saw a black figure partially concealed in the darkness.

The person concealed themselves entirely in the darkness and swiftly made a movement towards Audrey’s direction, seemingly intentionally revealing half of their silhouette to her.

Audrey was momentarily stunned by the gesture, then she pursed her lips and rolled to the other side, slipping into the jungle.

More shots sounded behind her, indicating someone was diverting the sniper’s attention, which made Audrey’s escape a bit safer.

When she reached a safe distance, Audrey finally stopped, her gaze slightly darkened.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

That gesture just now…

Audrey remembered dreaming about it when she was first reborn into this body.

The memory was vague, but from the moment she saw the gesture, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and intimacy.

But despite searching her mind, Audrey couldn’t recall how the gesture had been imprinted in her memory.

Even more puzzling was that she didn’t know the meaning of the gesture, yet she had instinctively reacted to it.

Was this a memory from the original host!

Audrey suddenly doubted her own memory.

That sense of familiarity and intimacy couldn’t be explained solely by memories from the original host. It felt as though it was etched into her very soul.

Audrey never doubted her memories, nor did she ever question the fact of her rebirth. Even though she repeatedly told Dylan that she wasn’t the same Audrey as before, he always firmly believed she was.

Every time she saw Dylan, she felt an inexplicable sense of irritation and pain, as if her heart was being dulled.

It was as if she had experienced everything firsthand.

But according to the memories of the original host, the previous Audrey was completely different in character.

Audrey could vividly recall her initial moments in this body, memories that couldn’t be fabricated.

She pursed her lips, her gaze growing darker.

Where had things gone wrong?

In Campvan Hall. After a day and night of torture, Dylan was covered in injuries, barely able to stand.

Every inch of his body was bruised, blood staining his clothes, and he could barely remain upright, kneeling on one knee, head bowed.

Several law enforcement elders and their subordinates stood nearby, not daring to move.

Richard hurried over and said, “Mr. Dylan, Ms. Hernandez is in trouble!”

Richard had been waiting outside the Holland family for Audrey, but she never arrived. Instead, he received news of Audrey’s situation and rushed back immediately.

“What happened?” Dylan asked.

Dylan’s fingers hanging at his side twitched slightly as he raised his head, his pale face devoid of color, his eyes slightly darkened.

His voice was hoarse, barely recognizable.

He gritted his teeth, attempting to rise from the ground, but the extreme pain made him frown, and he could only collapse weakly.

Richard said, “Someone tampered with Ms. Hernandez’s car, and she’s being targeted by a sniper. She’s now escaped into Greencloud Mountain, and we don’t know her whereabouts!”

Richard relayed the information as soon as he arrived.

“Get everyone to search for her and find her as soon as possible. Also, find out who the assailant is!” Dylan struggled to speak, his voice growing weaker. “Help me up, I’m going myself.”

As soon as Dylan spoke, Richard and the others immediately changed their expressions, trying to stop him. “Mr. Dylan, you can’t go now!”

“Richard, I’m ordering you. H imposing, exuding an irresistible pressure me up. I… will go myself.” Dylan’s voice was strained as he spoke, his gaze cold and

Yes, sir!” Richard respectfully complied, forced to obey the command.

He then brought clean clothes for Dylan to change into, a black shirt and black pants, the bloodstains on his face wiped away. Even if the blood seeped through the shirt, the dark attire wouldn’t show it.

With Richard’s support, Dylan got into the car, which immediately headed towards the foot of Greencloud Mountain.

“Does the Holland family know?” Dylan asked, worried about Brian.

“They don’t know yet,” Richard said.

“Okay, don’t let Brian worry,” Dylan replied softly. Then he added. “Arrange for someone to protect Brian discreetly.”

He was afraid that the enemy might turn against Brian.

Throughout the journey, Dylan gritted his teeth against the pain, urging Richard to drive faster. He was afraid that he might be too late and something would happen to his beloved.

He was afraid that if he was late, Audrey would really abandon him.

Before, she had been the one giving, but now, it was his turn to love her. Whatever she chose to do, whatever she forgave him for, he was willing to wait.

That was his only belief in life and the hope of staying alive.