Chapter 1593


    Back in Brimmopolis, Clifford Davier stood inside his study as he observed the dark and ominous


    sky outside his window.


    He had unknowingly dressed in a deep, te grey that seemed to reflect the looming weather that


    he saw approaching the area.


    “A storm is brewing,” he muttered to himself with furrowed brows.


    His nephew and the captain of his guard, Kyran, stood behind him and whispered, “Sir, Ms. Davier''s


    flight has been intercepted by Nathan''s forces.”


    “The aircraft just made an emergencynding in Alberesque of the South.”


    Upon hearing this, Clifford''s expression changed


    slightly.


    Kyran lowered his voice again. “I think her behavior and that of Santiago have angered Nathan.”


    “Nathan has already killed Santiago. If Ms.


    Davier falls into his hands, the consequences would be disastrous.”


    “Sir, you are still highly regarded. Why don''t you contact Nathan yourself? I think he might consider


    your request on those grounds.”


    Upon hearing this, Clifford maintained his impassive expression.


    Kyran realized that Clifford held onto his identity and his pride with steadfastmitment.


    Therefore, he would not have so openly interceded on his daughter''s behalf.


    As a member of the Great Cab, if he were to make such an audacious request, how would he


    be able to keep his head up in public?


    They both stood in silence before Clifford chose to respond.


    Slowly, he said, “If my memory still serves, themander-in-chief of that region is Vadim


    Normandy, right?”


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    “Yes, Sir.”


    “I want you to tell Vadim that he is to keep her alive. No matter the cost. This is an order.”


    “Yes, Sir.”


    Meanwhile, Phoebe''s aircraft and the two fighter jets from the Channing base had made a


    sessfulnding in the Alberesque airport.


    The moment Phoebe and her party disembarked, they were picked up by a group of soldiers.


    Soon, they found themselves being escorted to General Normandy''s residence in the military base.


    Vadim Normandy is a Commander-in-Chief!


    The man was of impressive stature. He wore a short-sleeved shirt with ck trousers and leather


    shoes. Despite his obvious beer belly, he looked majestic enough.


    His entourage consisted of a group of his most trusted aid. All of them had chosen to wee


    Phoebe in person.


    Phoebe carried with her the air of a person who had just seen herst hope. “Mr. Normandy!” she


    said excitedly.


    Vadim chuckled and said, “Greetings, Ms. Davier.


    Now please, hurry inside.”


    Everyone entered the living room as the host and his guests made themselvesfortable.


    A housekeeper entered briefly to serve them some tea. After she left, Phoebe hurriedly recanted


    her reasons for seeking him out. “Mr. Normandy, Ie to you in great desperation. I have wronged


    Nathan Cross, and he is now after my blood!”


    “Please, I beg of you. You must save me!”


    Vadim was already aware of her circumstances. He smiled and said reassuringly, “Don''t worry, Ms.


    Davier. I''m well aware of the details.”


    “I had just received a call from the Davier Residence asking that I do everything in my power to


    keep you safe.”


    “Mr. Davier has been nothing short of a benefactor to me. In fact, I regard him as I would my own


    father.” “Therefore, your predicament will be mine too. I will do my best and ensure that no harm


    comes to you.


    “Mr. Normandy, please arrange for me to return to Brimmopolis. Nathan can''t touch me there!”


    Vadim shook his head. “I''m afraid that won''t be possible. As far as I know, he''s on his way here as


    we speak.”


    “Alberesque is only three hundred kilometers away from Channing. He''ll be here within an hour.”


    “Moreover, Nathan Cross is on very friendly terms with Hailey Reagan, who is currently in charge of


    the Secret Service. The area would be crawling with agents by now. If you are going to run, you''re


    never going to make it out of here.”


    Phoebe''s eyes widened in panic. “But what am I going to do? I''m a sitting duck right now. I can''t


    possibly just sit around and wait here for my own death, right?”


    Vadim smiled. “Of course not. You won''t be without protection. You have me.”


    “When the timees, just push all the me on Santiago. im that you were being


    manipted, and plead for your innocence.”


    “I will also intercede on your behalf by using Mr. Davier''s identity. By using both hard and soft


    tactics, I think Nathan can only give up on holding you ountable, at best.”


    Phoebe felt a little relieved after hearing this. “Then, my life is in your hands, Mr. Normandy.”