Oliver's Substitute Bride (Oliver and Jessica)

Chapter 145

Oliver took out his phone and signaled for help.

There was a global positioning system on his phone.

The driver and bodyguard stepped on the accelerator to the maximum and drove all the way on the

highway.

Just as the driver was making a turn at the highway, another car appeared in front of them, and the

people inside shot at the car Oliver was sitting in.

Oliver and Jessica lay down in the back seat again. The bullets from outside didn't hurt them.

Unfortunately, the driver in the front, whose arm was injured and bleeding profusely, was still driving as

fast as he could.

The driver should not last long. As long as the speed slowed down and the people behind them caught

up, the three of them would die.

Oliver immediately made up his mind, climbed to the front row, let the driver take cover, and drove by

himself.

Oliver had rarely driven since the car accident.

When he held the steering wheel, large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

At this time, he did not have time to hesitate. Jessica was still sitting behind. He had to protect her.

The gunshots behind him quickly drove away from his fear and he drove the car very fast.

Jessica vomited from the sound of gunfire and fast speed.

Fortunately, the driver was more powerful and gradually repelled the people behind.

They knew that it was only temporary, and they didn't know when the vehicles behind them would

appear again.

Judging from the way the other party fired, they should be professional assassins.

Soon, the car drove into a forest, which was surrounded by a sea.

Fortunately, the driver was familiar with the surrounding terrain. The car didn't stop until the shining

yacht could be seen. Then Oliver and Jessica got out of the car.

Both of them could swim, so they could only pray that they could climb onto the yacht before being

caught up by the people behind.

When Jessica fell into the water, the bone-chilling and cold feeling immediately woke her up a lot. She

had to be alert now. She was running for her life, not for fun.

Oliver swam in front and led Jessica step by step towards the yacht.

As she swam to the side of the yacht, Jessica was out of strength and felt cold. Her feet were cramping

and her whole body began to sink.

As Oliver swam, he would look at her from time to time and see if anyone was coming after.

When he found that only Jessica's head was on the sea, his heart beat fast like a drum.

He came up to her and kept calling her name in her ear.

Jessica was weak. She said, "Leave me alone. Go find someone first and save me later."

Oliver dragged her to the shallow water, where the water level reached Oliver's chest, then carried her

and walked towards the yacht step by step.

As soon as Jessica approached Oliver, she smelled a salty smell. She thought it was the smell of the

sea.

As the light gradually shone on their surroundings, she found that the sea around them had gradually

changed color.

It turned out that when he was driving just now, he was injured. If he went forward with such a heavy

load, both of them would probably die in the darkness before dawn.

"Oliver, put me down. I've recovered my strength."

The man ignored her.

Looking at the close distance in the sea, at this moment, it was as if they were thousands of miles away

and could not reach the other shore.

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She said, "Oliver if we die here and I can die with you, I will die without regret."

"I will make sure you leave safely." The man said, "Jessica, I love you."

"Oliver, I love you, too," Jessica said with tears in her eyes.

They had never said such things before. At this moment, they cherished every second to say what they

didn't have the courage to say before.

The yacht was parked on the shore with lights on.

Oliver did not dare to rush up, so he let Jessica sit aside and went up to see himself.

At this time, on the deck of the yacht, a man was sitting there, enjoying the sea breeze and drinking red

wine.

Soon, someone came over and reported that a stranger had appeared on the yacht.

The man stood up.

Under the light, he was tall, handsome, and had short black hair.

Oliver came up and talked to him, asking him to take in a friend temporarily.

The man said, "Why should I help you?"

"What do you want? I can satisfy you."

"That's funny. I always say that to others." The man picked up his glass and said with a smile, "You are

my type. I can have a drink with you."

Oliver was knowledgeable and only looked at the man in front of him who was dressed so delicately. In

an instant, he realized that the man was gay, which made him feel more relieved.

"I don't have time to stay any longer so as not to cause you trouble. My friend is safe. I'm the one

they're looking for."

Looking at his awkward appearance, the man thought that he was being chased.

The man sneered.

"It seems that we should be able to get along well. I will make friends with you." The man spoke briskly.

Oliver didn't have time to think about it. He just wanted to get Jessica settled as soon as possible.

He went back to look for Jessica and saw that she was already lying on the ground. Her breathing was

still steady. She was probably too tired. After suddenly relaxing, she fainted.

Oliver carried Jessica on the yacht.

The man walked in and looked at Jessica, then at Oliver. He was even more curious about who two

people have contradictions with.

The man led them into a room. Fortunately, there was a maid inside who could help take care of

Jessica.

They walked out onto the deck and Oliver told the man something.

Finally, he wrote down a phone number on the paper and said, "You may contact this number, I will

definitely thank you very much. Please call a doctor immediately and check my friend up."

"Okay." The man said.

Oliver knew that Jessica should be fine. He couldn't wait to know the result from the doctor and he had

to leave immediately.

Those hired killers would never let him go easily. If he continued to stay here, once he was found, all of

them would suffer.

"Don't you need to deal with your injury first?" The man said.

The bullet in his body was not something that could be dealt with in a short time.

He said briefly, "I'm good."

It was only then that the man remembered that he had not even given his name and said, "My name is

Ian."

When Oliver got on the yacht, he had remembered the printed number of the yacht.