My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 384

In his younger days, Kevin Lane was ruthless and decisive, carving out the Lane family’s legacy amid storms of blood and betrayal. Even now, his old exploits—both his charisma and his iron-fisted methods—were still the stuff of whispered stories and reluctant admiration.

Age hadn’t softened him. He was still as sharp and unwavering as ever.

It took less than half an hour for Emily Blair to get exactly what she needed—her transfer documents and the proof required were already in her hands, tucked safely inside her run-down apartment.

She stood quietly on her balcony, hidden by the shadows, peering down at the street below.

Earlier, not long after she’d returned from seeing Kevin Lane, she had spotted a man downstairs, lingering by an unremarkable sedan. He wore plain clothes, the kind that wouldn’t draw a second glance, but Emily had never seen him around before. She recognized him, though—he was one of the men who usually shadowed Andrew Lane.

So, Andrew had sent someone to keep an eye on her.

Pretending not to notice, Emily grabbed the trash bag she’d prepared earlier, feigning a quick trip downstairs to throw it away before heading right back up. She didn’t let her face betray a thing.

Now, from her vantage point on the balcony, she watched as a black van rolled slowly into view, its movement almost too casual. The man by the sedan noticed immediately, but he didn’t seem quite alert enough. He shot a brief glance at the van, then, bored, pulled out a cigarette and lit up.

The black van came to a stop directly behind his car. Instantly, the man tensed. He flicked the cigarette away, grinding it out under his heel, his whole body going rigid. One foot slid back, ready to run, his eyes locked on the van, wary and poised for escape.

The van’s door slid open in a flash. Several burly men leapt out and charged at him before he could react. He shuddered, spun on his heel, trying to bolt, but there was no chance. They seized his arms, clamped a hand over his mouth, and dragged him into the van. The door slammed shut. The van pulled away, as quietly as it had arrived.

Whoever those men were, they clearly knew what they were doing. The whole operation was silent—no commotion, no shouts, nothing to disturb the neighbors. He was gone without a trace.

Emily watched the scene unfold with a calm detachment.

She trusted that Kevin Lane wouldn’t hurt the man Andrew Lane had sent. Most likely, he’d keep the guy locked up somewhere, just until Emily was safely out of the city. Then he’d be released, none the worse for wear.

Barely two minutes passed before Emily’s phone chimed with a new message.

It was a terse text from one of Kevin Lane’s people: “All clear. You can go.”

No time to lose. Emily sent a quick message to Elizabeth Wilson, tucked her phone away, called Emma George, and summoned a cab. The plan was in motion—they were heading for the airport to meet up with Elizabeth.

Everything from that moment on went miraculously smoothly. There was no traffic, every light was green, and it felt as if fate itself had swept all obstacles from her path, eager for her to leave.

A trip that should have taken half an hour was over in barely twenty minutes.

Once they reunited with Elizabeth Wilson and her grandmother at the airport, Emily made a snap decision. She changed their tickets, moving their morning flight up to the earliest one that night.

By some miracle, there were exactly four seats left on the fastest flight to the capital—just enough for their group.

They rushed through baggage check, and before long, they were on the plane.

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