His Devious Rule

Chapter 534 Suffocation

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In the safe house at eleven at night, Jackson went to clean up as instructed, while Miles was forced to take a shower under Dot's oppressive gaze.

Anya couldn't find a way for Miles to pass through airport security. She couldn't get him a fake passport, and he couldn't use his passport since he didn't have a visa on arrival.

Water transport would be a viable option, but it would take them more than twenty hours to reach the coastal area. If the police in Country E were alerted everywhere, it would become difficult for them to escape.

Dot noticed Anya closing her eyes and leaning back in her chair. He knew she was deep in thought. He broke the silence to get her attention. "Officer Owen, great job," he said, admiring her fearless determination.

Anya opened her eyes and glanced at him. She ignored his compliment and assigned him the task of coming up with an idea. "We need to leave soon."

Once the police find the airport cab in Garnet, they will be searching for Emma/Anya and Jackson, who had taken the cab from the airport.

They needed to leave Country E soon to avoid being interrogated. They also had to reach somewhere else before the police alerted the highway patrol and airport security.

Dot understood that they wouldn't receive any help from the Narnia spies in such a short time. He suggested, "Let's send Jackson first," so that he wouldn't get involved in the mess.

Before Dot finished speaking, Anya placed two flight tickets on the table. One was for Jackson, and the other was for Dot. Since they had entered as passengers, it wouldn't be a problem for them to leave smoothly.

Lines appeared on Dot's forehead as he saw only two tickets. "What about you?" He questioned. He didn't care about Miles, who was at their disposal. They had enough evidence, so his life had no value.

Dot wanted to suggest using her husband Alvin's resources but kept his opinion to himself.

Anya considered taking the chance and using the waterways. It would take more time, but it was less risky than staying there for days to obtain fake documents.

Jackson hesitantly entered the study room after hearing the voices. He saw the real Anya Owen without lenses or hair. Since her pictures had gone viral in Narnia not long ago, he gasped, "Anya Owen..."

Like many others from Narnia, Jackson had doubted if Anya was eligible for the presidential award. Nevertheless, after what he had been through, he had pure admiration for her.

Anya looked at Jackson, who still had lingering fear. She went to him and made him sit on the couch. "Are you alright? All of this must have scared you," she said, trying to ease him as she handed him a small water bottle.

Honestly, Jackson was terrified. However, he held onto his last straw of hope, which was her. He looked into her soft gray eyes without showing weakness or coldness. He smiled in response, "It's better than being sold as a slave."

Anya breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that. She was correct; Jackson was a strong-minded young man. She stood up and patted his shoulder. "Go, get your things," she said. She then pointed her chin at Dot. "He will bring you to Narnia."

Dot retorted immediately, "I will not leave before you." He would rather bring Miles to Narnia and send her with Anya.

Anya didn't react to his protectiveness. Some men are naturally protective of women, and Dot was one of them. She appreciated them, but she didn't need protection. She coldly commanded him as she went to the desk, "That's my order." As the leader of the mission, she wouldn't risk his life.

If she was caught in Country E, she would be released soon due to a critical mission or being a Presidential awardee. If nothing worked, Alvin was there for her.

Sitting on the chair, she sighed softly when Alvin crossed her mind. She was restraining herself from calling him. She shouldn't contact him during the mission, but she couldn't ignore Alvin's worry either.

Jackson looked at the displeased man and Anya. He wanted to reach his parents and his home quickly. But he also said, "I will go with you, Officer Owen."

Anya: "..."

She didn't like having these protective men around her. They were making her feel suffocated. She wanted to send them to Jason, who knew when to be protective and when to give her space.

Dot glanced at the young man who had managed to turn the officious officer into a gentle lady. Jackson didn't seem to fear him or distrust him. So he wondered about Jackson's reason.

Miles, who limped to the room like a crippled man, bearing the pain, knew what the problem was. They wanted to take him alive to Narnia, and it wasn't possible since he had cheated his way into Country E.

His wicked mind drew out a plan to control the two officers. Then he suggested, "We could take my private jet." It was also important for him to leave the country before the police in Country E found their way to him.

Hearing the weak voice, Anya's lips curled up into a sly smirk. She hadn't forgotten that Miles came in a private jet. She didn't expect Miles to give them a hand to escape.

Did he think his secretary or pilot could save him?

Even Dot could deduce what Miles was plotting, so it would be much easier for Anya, wouldn't it?

Anya began packing her laptop and other things. "Jackson, let's head to the airport," she said, sounding relaxed.

Jackson nodded and rushed out to get his passport and other papers.

Anya walked out of the study room, saying darkly, "If he plays dirty, amputate his finger by finger, limb by limb." If Miles thought they needed him alive, he was wrong. He was just extra baggage they could dispose of if needed.

Miles: "..."

He looked at Dot, whose lips curled into a vile smirk as if he was going to enjoy torturing him.

Anya put on the brown lenses and secured her wig before they left for the airport. Dot took care of getting the private jet ready to throw Miles and learned how Miles had planned to get on the plane without going to airport.

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At the other end of the city, in a mansion.

A foreign man who had gone to meet Miles was sitting in a luxurious armchair in the dimly lit room. His frown deepened as he listened to the caller say that Miles Johnson had requested airtime for his jet.

He roared at the caller, "How the f**k is Miles Johnson alive? Didn't the police capture him? What about the boy and the girl?"

[We are looking into it,] the caller replied.

The man commanded, "I want all of them dead." They had seen him, so they couldn't leave any loose ends. "Blow up his jet. Keep an eye on the airport for that boy and the girl."

He grunted and ended the call. Without a hint of sleep, he waited for the news.