My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 394

Andrew Lane murmured, “Yeah, something came up.”

“It’s fine. I’ll be back soon. Why don’t you get some sleep? It’s already late.”

“Don’t overthink things. You haven’t been feeling well lately, so try to rest more, okay? Don’t make me worry about you, alright?”

This time, Andrew fell silent for a long while.

Emily Blair exchanged a look with Elizabeth Wilson and Emma George, then quietly reached for her travel bag.

The bodyguards tracked her every move with cold, unblinking eyes. As she made to turn away, one of them suddenly widened his eyes, his face darkening as he lunged forward, ready to intercept her.

Elizabeth jumped into action, throwing herself into the fray and using herself and her grandmother as a human shield, blocking and dodging as best she could.

But it was no use. The two bodyguards clamped down on her and her grandmother’s shoulders—firm, not rough, but strong enough that they couldn’t move. Another guard grabbed Emma by the arm.

As Elizabeth watched the remaining bodyguards push past them, reaching for Emily, she panicked. Without thinking, she lashed out, kicking the nearest guard square in the most vulnerable spot.

His face flushed scarlet; he doubled over in agony, clutching himself, his whole body shuddering.

Elizabeth had grown up on the rough side of town—she knew exactly where to hit a man to make it count, and she didn’t hold back.

She wrenched herself free of his grip and spun around, racing toward the guard who was about to grab Emily.

Just as she turned, she saw Emily move with surprising speed, already slipping past the security checkpoint. The guard was stopped cold by airport security, left fuming and helpless on the other side.

Sweat broke out on the guard’s forehead; he looked about ready to storm through and drag Emily back by force.

The airport staff looked utterly overwhelmed. This man who had stormed in to grab someone was clearly not to be trifled with, and the four bodyguards he’d brought along didn’t look much better.

One staff member eyed the stone-faced guards warily and asked in a hushed voice, “Are you guys with the mob or something?”

The bodyguard just grunted, “No.”

The staff member nodded, clutching his handheld scanner, and stepped back. He glanced from Emily, to the guards, to the man on the phone, looking more and more exasperated.

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