Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 584

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Suddenly, a fast-flowing river, about seven or eight meters wide, loomed before them. Crossing it on horseback was out of the question.

The man in black stopped abruptly at the edge of the river.

The four motorcycles caught up with them, and their riders mocked them.

They began to mock each other, employing a tactic known as psychological warfare, with the goal of weakening the other party's defenses through contempt.

The more they shouted, the more excited they became. After all, capturing Nicole and the man in black was worth five million, and they were about to achieve it. Everyone was eager to claim the prize.

Facing the pursuers, the man in black's expression hardened and he asked Nicole: "Do you trust me?"

Nicole, without a second's hesitation, nodded.

"Hold me tight," he ordered.

Then, with a burst of speed, the motorcycle leapt forward, heading straight towards the river!

The almost frenetic speed of the motorcycle, similar to that of a hurricane, made the man's shirt billow.

Then, to the astonishment of the spectators, the motorcycle took off. He ascended into the air. From one side of the lake to the other, he landed gracefully on the grass before speeding away.

The bodyguards who were chasing her did not flinch. They assumed that accelerating would do the same magic.

After revving the engines, the rider in the lead lunged forward. The motorcycle rose into the sky only to descend suddenly. The bodyguard and the motorcycle crashed hard into the water.

Soon the turbulent splashes calmed down and it seemed that both the motorcycle and its driver had disappeared beneath the surface of the lake.

The other three motorcyclists refrained from further attempting such feats. They stopped searching for their fallen comrade and opted to turn their heads and look for a path to the opposite shore.

On the opposite side, the black motorcycle accelerated from a narrow path towards a main road.

After about thirty minutes of travel, the journey stopped next to a picturesque villa, whose walls were adorned with climbing rose bushes.

The man stabilized himself by placing one foot on the ground and indicated: "Hold on tight to me."

Before Nicole could completely gather her thoughts, he effortlessly lifted her off the motorcycle. His body had yet to regain its composure from the previous whirlwind.

As she was transported, her senses began to awaken.

Just when she was going to speak, instead of leaving her on the ground, the man placed her sideways on the motorcycle.

Nicole leaned on the seat with her hands.

The man carefully removed his helmet, hanging it on the handlebars, before dealing with his own.

Before Nicole stood a handsome face, almost flawless in its composition.

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