Chapter 173

Chapter 173:

The police might be en route now.

Thus, they needed to act swiftly.

The assassin leader, a man hardened by years of ruthless experience, possessed a heart as venomous as his reputation. Observing the difficulty in breaching Ashton’s hiding place, he let out a cold, mocking laugh and shouted into the cave, “Ashton Baldwin! Stop cowering like a turtle! A few of your students are in my grasp. Surrender immediately and come out willingly. For every minute you delay, I’ll kill one of them!”

Ashton’s heart sank with alarm.

Through the cave’s narrow opening, he could see that the students who had previously fled in terror were indeed held captive by the assassins.

Threatened by the assassin leader, everyone in the cave was thrown into a panic.

Some began to blame the students who had fled, arguing that if they had only heeded Ashton’s instructions and not wandered off, they could have taken advantage of the cave’s geography and waited for rescue by the police through Ashton’s delay strategy.

Though they voiced their complaints, deep down, they didn’t truly want any harm to come to those who had been taken. After all, those kidnapped were their classmates.

Selena had turned pale with fear. Among those captured were some she was particularly close to.

In her panic, she approached Ashton, her voice trembling. “Ashton, they are all my friends. Can you help them?”

Before Ashton could respond, Jenna interrupted in a subdued tone, saying, “Selena, now is not the time for rash actions. Those people outside have no good intentions. We must trust Mr. Baldwin’s judgment and prioritize our own safety.”

After a moment of contemplation, Ashton shook his head and said, “I can’t abandon any student. Trust me, I will find a way to ensure all of you are protected.”

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With that, Ashton took the lead and walked out of the cave. As Ashton ceased his resistance, the people hiding in the cave were driven out by the assassins. At that moment, rain began to fall.

The cold rain pelted the students, making them shiver. It wasn’t just the rain that chilled them, but the presence of armed assassins also terrified them to their core.

Some students, unable to bear the stress, began to sob softly. Seasoned by her own trials, Rosalie was the only one remaining the picture of composure, besides Ashton.

Though fear gripped her as well, she exuded a calm strength, wrapping her arms around her sister to offer comfort and solace. The striking beauty of the pair was undeniable. Drenched by the rain, their curvaceous forms became more pronounced. Even amid tension, the sight of these alluring figures snuggling together proved irresistible to the well-trained assassins.

Confident in his control over the situation, the assassin leader leered at Rosalie with an unmistakable, predatory gaze.

He whistled lecherously, a lustful grin stretching across his face as he approached her. With a deliberate, unsettling touch, he lifted her chin, his fingers brushing against her remarkably smooth skin.

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