Chapter 643. Help Us

At that moment, Wyatt rushed in. He had just breathed out in relief after escaping the bombs on the bridge when he saw Dave reaching for Bianca and the flashing red countdown.

"Dave!" Wyatt shouted, but the timer was already gone.

Boom! The explosion ripped through the air, the force so strong that Wyatt had to throw his arms up to shield himself.

Smoke burned his lungs, sharp and bitter. Glass shattered all around as flames roared into the sky.

Wyatt’s ears rang as he pushed himself up, struggling to see ahead.

The villa was in ruins. Fire devoured the upper floor, turning it into a blazing furnace. The whole place had blown apart. Thick black smoke curled into the sky, blotting out the horizon.

Nearby, Zane stood in shock. His phone slipped from his hand and shattered on the ground.

Bodyguards rushed in from every side. Helicopters thundered overhead, dropping rope ladders through the smoke.

"No… this can’t be," Zane muttere