CHAPTER 299: CHAPTER 299: SILENCING WITNESSES BY MURDER

After Miles Grant left, the man’s lips curled into a sinister smile: "Of course, we will never meet again, probably never in this lifetime."

On a stretch of highway, five sports cars were engaged in a race of life and death. Four cars were chasing one, a visual feast and a journey racing against life itself. Miles Grant was evading enemies intent on his assassination, and this wasn’t the first or second time, but this instance was particularly perilous.

Miles Grant’s car suddenly slowed down. What was happening? In an instant, the four cars caught up, and with a drift, blocked Miles Grant’s car.

Miles Grant voluntarily opened the car door and stepped out in style. On the other side, the assassins also got out. At a glance, Miles Grant recognized them as professional killers. Without wasting words, he took action directly, ambushing one of them. The other three realized and joined the fight.

After dealing with the third person, Miles Grant was covered in blood, unable to distinguish if it was his or the enemy’s. At that moment, the last person, who also seemed the most formidable, with muscles looking as if they were about to burst, rushed forward and grappled with Miles Grant. By now, Miles Grant was battered and on the verge of collapse. The muscle-bound brute punched him down, not giving Miles any time to react, followed by several punches that left Miles dazed.

Within his line of sight, he seemed to see a dagger. Struggling, he grabbed it, and when the burly assassin wasn’t paying attention, he thrust up like a carp and stabbed the dagger into the assassin’s heart. Simultaneously, the brute’s iron fist slammed into Miles Grant’s head. Miles roared, driving the remaining hilt into the assassin’s heart, and the two fell to the ground together.

The two lay motionless on the ground. After a while, Miles Grant moved and opened his eyes.

With a hint of a helpless smile on his lips, he knew, King, this was the other party’s method to kill and silence him. Only this way could the secret be kept hidden forever.

He should have known long ago that he wouldn’t survive tonight, considering the man who could even kill his biological father wouldn’t spare him.

Miles Grant lay on the ground, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

He was a doctor, so he knew well he wouldn’t survive today.

In an instant, all the moments from these years flooded back to him, especially everything between him and Landon Lawson. A knowing smile appeared on his lips as he recalled all the good times with Landon over the years.

In fact, he knew that Landon was wholeheartedly kind to him, never doing anything to betray him, but his damned pride made him unable to accept Landon’s help.

Even wanting to confront him.

Landon had warned him before, not to keep making mistakes, and if he had any difficulties, he just needed to find Landon, who would do everything to help him. But it was this intangible notion that led Miles step by step to this point of no return.

He had something to say to his good brother Landon, and with sheer willpower, he crawled more than three hundred meters to the car, struggled inside, found his phone amidst the chaos, and called Landon.

A few minutes later, a clear, cold voice answered: "Hello, what’s up?"

With a weak voice, Miles Grant said, "Landon, there are some things I need to tell you. Axel Yates went against you because I told him about the connection between his father’s death and your family. I’m sorry, brother, goodbye."

After speaking, he passed out.

Landon Lawson immediately instructed his assistant Nolan Shaw, "You have five minutes to find the location of this phone number." "Yes, sir," Nolan said and went to search.

Landon had a bad premonition. He had just heard Miles’ voice, unusually weak, and the things he mentioned seemed too abnormal.

Three minutes later, Nolan informed Landon of Zane Grant’s location. Landon grabbed his keys and sped out, ignoring all traffic lights, reaching the location in less than two minutes.

Upon arrival, the assassins’ bodies had been dealt with, leaving only Miles Grant. He rushed him to the hospital, but it was too late, and he couldn’t see him one last time.

The doctor looked at an utterly defeated Landon, gently shaking his head. Such situations are common for doctors, witnessing many life and death separations.

"Is he... really beyond saving?"

"Dr. Grant, he has indeed passed away."

The head doctor shook his head powerlessly, never expecting to see Miles Grant on the operating table one day but found himself helpless.

Landon bit his lip hard. Someone dared to harm Miles Grant, and his eyes were bloodshot with fury. Nolan stood by, looking at him with concern.

How could he not understand Landon’s mind? But now Miles was gone. The dead cannot be resurrected, not even by divine intervention.

He only knew before that what Miles did was dangerous, but he never expected he would pay with his life.

In his heart, he silently vowed to avenge Miles. Axel Yates’ matter also needed thorough investigation.

Stephen Grant felt dejected and ultimately chose to return home, lying on the big bed, recalling Miles Grant’s final phone call.

People say the dying speak true words. The words Miles uttered in the end must have been sincere.

He picked up the phone and called Nolan Shaw.

"Boss," Nolan said.

"Look into the incident from years ago involving Axel Yates’ father. I want every little detail in three days. The more thorough, the better." "Yes, boss,"

he said, hanging up.

On this deep and quiet night, Stephen Grant’s silhouette was so lonely as if to merge with the darkness.

At this moment, his phone rang loudly with a jingle: "Sweetie is calling, hurry up and answer, sweetie is calling, hurry up and answer." Stephen momentarily froze, then realized it was his son Evan Quinn calling. He answered.

"Hey, Evan," he said.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"Dad’s resting at home. What’s up?"

"Nothing much, just miss you. Can you come over?"