Chapter 128 Biza

• As our convoy prepared to depart, some of the guards drove out ahead of us. In the middle of a four-vehicle convoy, Paul and I found our positions, with Sam seated in the SUV leading the way.
• Paul's instructions were delivered with an unwavering tone, reflecting the seriousness of the situation. “I have stationed two snipers nearby, and the men have been instructed to protect you first. If things go sour, Sam will look after you. Don't follow me, don't scream out for me,” he cautioned, his words chilling in their gravity.
• Tears welled up in my eyes, and the fear I felt was undeniable. I wanted to convey my apprehension to Paul, but he anticipated my need. “You don't have to talk; I will take care of that. We just need to show unity,” he assured me, locking eyes. 'Do you understand?' I nodded, and a single tear escaped, tracing a path down my cheek.