CHAPTER 325: CHAPTER 325: SHE’S STILL ALIVE

At this moment, the countdown displayed only two seconds left.

She closed her eyes, called out "Mom" in her heart, and then exerted force in her hand—

With a "snap," the white wire was cut.

The next instant, only a long "beep—" could be heard from the countdown.

Summer Monroe bowed her head forcefully, a subconscious action in the face of death.

And on Damian Knight’s end, there was no sound—he dared not make a sound.

The cabin was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."

In the extremely quiet cabin, the sound of the clock’s swing was exceptionally clear.

Summer heard the sound of the clock ticking, two sounds, representing... two seconds had passed.

She slowly opened her eyes and was immediately surprised to see the countdown on the bomb stopped at "1."

The bomb... had been disarmed successfully by her!!

She bet correctly!!!

It took several seconds for Summer to find her voice, excitedly holding the phone saying, "Damian Knight! I’m still alive! Damian Knight! Are you there?"

However, there was no response from the other end of the phone.

In a tall building in the Western Hemisphere.

A few seconds ago, Damian Knight placed his phone on the windowsill, forcing himself to look away and lit a cigarette, taking a heavy drag.

He dared not look at the phone.

Summer said if she fled on her own, she would live with guilt for the rest of her life.

But if Summer died, wouldn’t he also live in guilt for the rest of his life?

At this moment, he wished he hadn’t met Summer, so she wouldn’t have to face this.

In just a few seconds, he had smoked more than half of the cigarette.

In the swirling smoke, Damian finally mustered the courage to look at the phone again—

Only to see the screen blatantly displaying three words: "In Call."

Damian’s heart raced at once, a gleam finally appearing in his dark eyes.

He hurriedly picked up the phone, put it to his ear, and heard Summer’s puzzled voice from the other end: "Where are you? Why is there no sound?"

Damian couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Summer was still alive!

She was still alive!

"Ha..." Damian, a man of eight-foot stature, was laughing like a fool at this moment.

He pressed his lips tightly, took a breath through his nose, and said, "Summer..."

"I’m here." Summer’s voice sounded a bit weak, but there was joy amidst the weakness: "I didn’t die! We bet right! It really was the white wire! That guy isn’t normal!"

Summer was ranting frantically on the other end of the phone.

On this end, Damian listened quietly, the corner of his mouth curling into an arc even he wasn’t aware of.

He never thought listening to someone rant could be as pleasant as listening to a Weiner concert.

He even wanted to keep listening like this.

Just then, Ryder Quinn’s voice rang out: "Why haven’t you come back?! If I hadn’t gone in to save the day, everyone would have left!"

Damian looked up at Ryder Quinn, who wore an unpleasant expression, and for once, he found Ryder pleasing to the eye.

Summer also heard Ryder Quinn on the phone, promptly stopping her rant and said, "Then you go ahead, I’m fine for now."

"Mm. Call me anytime you need." Damian said, waiting for Summer to end the call before putting away the phone.

Ryder frowned and asked, "Who were you calling? With tears in your eyes, and laughing like a fool..."

Damian reached out with his hand, and Ryder instinctively closed his eyes, thinking Damian was going to hit him.

Instead, the next moment, he felt a weight on his shoulder, and turning his head, he saw Damian’s hand on his shoulder, saying with a half-smile, "Thanks for your hard work, I’m on it."