Looking at George's tired face, Dylan felt sorry for him.
Since George started running with Isabelle through the desert, he hadn't slept well.
Isabelle‘s serious injuries and coma were really hard for him to handle. Every day felt like torture, and if it kept going like this, he would wear out. And now, he had to deal with Yves, who was causing trouble.
Right now, Yves had his men surrounding all the entrances to the Harrises' estate. They blocked the main gate completely. Yves' men and the Harrises‘ guards were on either side of the heavy gate, ready for a fight.
Yves himself had a gun.
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