Chapter 446

The Imperial Bridge blazed with fire.

Sirens pierced through the night sky.

The police car carrying Vincent Langley was crushed beyond recognition.

Blood trickled down his forehead, but he ignored the pain, scanning his surroundings urgently.

The plan was supposed to involve the car plunging into the river—his perfect escape.

But the situation had veered wildly off course.

Three officers lay unconscious.

Vincent kicked open the mangled door.

A familiar figure emerged through the smoke.

"Boss, someone interfered," the middle-aged man whispered. "The plan failed."

Vincent's gaze darkened as he stared at the wreckage.

"Execute Plan B," he said coldly. "Leave no survivors."

The bridge plunged into darkness.

The two men vanished into the night.

Three minutes later.

A deafening explosion rocked the air.

Blue flames slithered like venomous snakes.

Sebastian Orlando watched from above.

He immediately dialed a number.

"Vincent's escaping," he said sharply. "Send rescue teams now. It's a hormonal explosive—use the fire extinguishers in the trunk."

"Understood, sir. Our men are already in position."

Sebastian ended the call.

A dangerous smirk curved his lips.

"Trying to vanish into thin air?" He turned and strode away. "You won't get far."

At the same moment.

Breaking news of the explosion flooded the internet.

Eleanor Langley stared at the television screen.

"Your father got out," she said with a twisted smile. "He'll come for us soon."

Isabella Langley watched the inferno.

"That fire..."

"Relax," Eleanor said coldly. "He won't die."

Secretly, she prayed Vincent would perish in the flames.

Then she'd finally be free.

"Twenty years ago, he escaped just like this," Eleanor murmured. "A new face, a new name..."

A flicker of hope crossed Isabella's eyes.

She didn't notice the explosives looked familiar.

Outside the police station.

Adrian Valentine gripped his phone.

His knuckles turned white.

"Victor," he said, voice trembling. "Christian Lefèvre was murdered by Isabella."