Chapter 222

With the downfall of the Wiley family, Jack refused to accept defeat and wanted to drag me down with him. What a joke! That was never going to happen. I gritted my teeth and rushed into a nearby building. There were still people present, seemingly engaged in a meeting. When I entered, they were momentarily shocked, but when Jack burst in with a knife, everyone was left in a state of panic. Screams and chaos erupted in an instant. However, his focus was sharp—he was solely fixated on chasing me. After running for so long, I felt fatigue beginning to set in, especially when I finally stopped for a moment. "Wretched girl, you should go down with the Wiley Group!" Jack raved madly, clearly intent on killing me. As he lunged at me with the knife, I was about to run again when, suddenly, there was a loud crash—he had been struck in the back by a chair. Stumbling, he instinctively swung the knife backward. I watched in horror as the fruit knife sliced through the back of someone's han