Chapter 142: Worse Case Scenario [3]

"They're going to die."

Brandon's eyes shot wide open.

His mouth was left agape, and he couldn't find any way to articulate his next words.

"If that's all, I'll be going now."

"Wait."

Reaching out, a thread extended from his fingertip.

However, it was instantly caught by Jin, who clenched the thread tightly in his fist.

Turning back around, his expressions remained indifferent.

He was hard to read.

Whether he was angry or not, Brandon had no idea.

"If you know what's going to happen, then why won't you save them?"

"It's necessary."

"What do you--"

Before Brandon could finish his sentence, Jin instantly disappeared.

He was like a ghost.

Appearing and disappearing whenever he pleased.

"...."

There were a lot of things he had wanted to ask.

He hadn't expected Jin to just leave off like that.

However, that was enough.

He got what he currently wanted.

"So the incursion..."

It was bound to fail.

The incursion was set to start in 26 days.

"Can I even convince them?"

He was a son of a Field Marshal.

But his words had no force in the military.

But maybe...

"Lucian Frost."

Maybe that man would listen to him.

With such thoughts, he retrieved his phone and immediately dialed his father.

Ring... Ring... Ring...

"Come on, pick up."

Ring... Ring...

The call didn't go through.

But he persisted.

Ring... Ring...

"Come on, Omar."

Yet again, his call didn't go through.

Were they asleep then?

It was 2:00 AM.

But still, it was worth a try.

Ring... Ring...

.

.

He had called a total of 27 times.

And yet none of the calls got through.

Either there was no signal from where Omar was, or the army really was asleep.

"Guess I'll try again tomorrow."

And with such thoughts, Brandon wrapped himself under the blanket.

"Rachel."

His tone became serious.

"This is something I must do."

"Why? Is it for my sake? Because of my Father? I'll tell him to sell everything so the syndicate won't go after him anymore."

"It's not that simple."

She bit her lip.

"I know that. But... this... this is all so messed up. Never have I ever thought that my Father was involved in some kind of crime."

"From what I could make out from Zed, your Father doesn't even want to do this anymore."

"...."

"Just like you, he wants all of this to stop, and that will only be possible if me and Zed continue."

"...But--"

She halted mid sentence as Brandon brushed a hair strand behind her ear.

"I have to do this, okay...?"

"...Okay."

"Okay."

He nodded.

Rachel seemed to have calmed down.

Next comes the hard part.

However, he had to do it.

At the moment, Rachel's mental state was at its lowest.

The entire operation came with a lot of risks.

If something were to happen to him in front of her, Brandon couldn't even begin to think what Rachel would do.

She,

...She had to stay behind.

"Rachel."

"...What?"

"From here on out, I'll be handling things on my own."

"Why? You said you would let me help out with--"

"The shipments."

That was what she said initially.

However, looking at the way things were going, it seemed highly likely that Rachel was planning on joining the infiltration.

He couldn't allow that.

Too many variables would ruin his plan.

And he didn't want to place her in danger.

"Please, Brandon. Let me--"

Before she could finish, Brandon immediately leaned forward closely.

Very closely.

"....!"

His lips pressed down on hers and Rachel's eyes shot wide open. However, she didn't pull away as she closed her eyes.

It was a fleeting moment. Silence ensued as the two shared a soft kiss.

Pulling away, Brandon scanned her expressions.

She seemed taken aback as she gently placed her finger on her lips.

Looking at her, Brandon stifled a chuckle.

'Cute.'

Her entire reaction was cute as Rachel stayed speechless.

The first one to have broken the silence was Brandon.

"That was my first."

"...."

He stifled another chuckle, seeing Rachel flushing beet red.

But slowly, the corner of her lips pulled up to a smile.

"So was mine."