HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 937

“We didn't find anything, Mr. Chris,” one of the Alpha Team members reported.

Chris nodded in understanding. Just as he had expected, Falcon had escaped. But why had he left two of his men behind in this place? Had he done it deliberately to divert his attention?

“Make sure Bravo Team brings back good news,” Chris said as he gathered Naomi's belongings. A tremor of worry and fear ran through him every time he thought about what the girl had gone through. He could never bear to imagine it, and he prayed he wasn't too late.

“Yes, sir,” one of the Alpha Team members replied, while the others quickly moved to secure every corner of the building to make sure no threats remained.

Chris walked down the narrow corridor toward one of the back rooms. His steps were steady, but his gaze remained alert. In front of him, a large-built man sat slumped against the wall with both hands tied behind his back. The man's face was covered in bruises, his breathing was ragged, and a thin stream of blood still trickled from his temple.

He was one of the men Falcon had left behind in this place. He should have been with another of his companions, but unfortunately, that man had fought back, forcing them to put a bullet straight through his chest.

Chris stopped a few steps in front of him.

“Sir,” one of the Alpha Team members said as he approached. “He refuses to talk.”

Chris gave a slight nod.

He crouched until his eyes were level with the man's. Chris kept his gaze fixed on the man in front of him.

“Where is Falcon?”

The man spat on the floor.

Chris simply watched him for a few seconds. “Your loyalty is quite impressive.”

There was no answer.

“But someone like you must know one thing.” Chris rose to his feet again. “Falcon isn't coming back to save anyone.” He took one of the tools from his pocket.

He set the bloodstained pliers down on the table. “Continue,” he said to one of the Alpha Team members standing nearby. “Make sure he stays alive.”

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and left the room. He knew that sooner or later, the man would talk.

Meanwhile...

The roar of a dirt bike engine shattered the silence of the forest as Brandon twisted the throttle harder. The rear tire sprayed wet mud into the air, leaping over pine roots protruding from the ground before slamming back onto the narrow trail that could barely be called a road.

Low branches swung into his shoulders and helmet each time he forced his way through the gaps between the trees, while the constantly rising and falling terrain demanded absolute precision to maintain his balance. The slightest delay in controlling the handlebars could send the bike skidding down the slope stretching along the left side of the trail.

Paula's voice came through the earpiece beneath his helmet. “Brandon, the target is still about eight hundred meters ahead of you. Stay on the current path until the next fork.”

Brandon didn't respond. His eyes remained fixed ahead, reading every contour of the ground as it changed from one second to the next. The engine roared even louder as he climbed a rocky incline. The front suspension slammed into the ground the moment the front wheel touched down again, but his hands remained steady on the handlebars.