His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 502

There were others who snapped and tried to fight back, only to be beaten bloody by Drake’s men—their eyes gouged out, faces left unrecognizable.

One man took a bullet to the head right in front of Marina, his brains spattering across the floor at her feet.

Fear gripped Marina so tightly she could hardly breathe.

She was terrified she’d be the next one shot or mutilated.

But the more afraid she became, the sharper her mind grew.

She knew she couldn’t die here.

If she did, she’d never see Jonathan again.

Jonathan—he was the single beam of light that had carried her through that pitch-black nightmare.

Even now...

Only Jonathan...

Sensing Marina burrowing deeper into his embrace, Jonathan hesitated for a split second before wrapping his arms more tightly around her trembling form.

“Prescott, take us to Vanguard Towers.”

With her face buried against Jonathan’s chest, Marina furrowed her brow.

Vanguard Towers? Where was that?

She’d never heard of it before.

“Yes, Mr. Thomas.”

Clearly, Prescott knew exactly where he meant.

Marina wanted to ask Jonathan, but she bit her tongue. This time, she really was the helpless victim. All she needed to do was quietly accept Jonathan’s protection and care.

If she could, though, she’d much rather Jonathan just take her home.

To his place—any one of his homes would do.

It wasn’t until she followed Jonathan into the grandest office in Vanguard Towers that the truth dawned on her: Jonathan had brought her to see a psychiatrist.

“No, Jonathan… I don’t want to see a doctor, I just want you… I just need you with me…”

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