Ronan Keating saw Alaric Faulkner in such a hurry, he didn’t have ti to ask what was going on.
He imdiately assembled his own people and had them gather here.
Originally, these people were scattered around the conference center. They were well-trained and gathered within two minutes.
Alaric Faulkner took out his phone, found the photo Elijah Hayes sent him earlier, and opened it to show everyone one by one.
"Find the woman in the red clothes from the photo. I want to see her within ten minutes."
After saying that, he led the search himself.
Ronan Keating said in a deep voice, "Follow President Faulkner’s orders. Everyone, go search."
From Alaric Faulkner’s words earlier, he realized Eleanor Sterling was in trouble.
The conference center was heavily guarded these days, making action difficult. It was intriguing that Eleanor Sterling got into trouble here.
Who could be so capable?
Ronan Keating pondered as he searched room by room.
There were five floors, each with many eting rooms and empty spaces.
Finding soone in ten minutes was no simple task.
After Ronan Keating kicked open a door, he saw Eleanor Sterling tied to a chair, and a trace of excitent flashed in his eyes.
He found her!
"Are you okay?" Ronan Keating walked in.
Eleanor smiled bitterly and shook her head. She didn’t expect Ronan Keating to find her first.
As he got closer, Ronan Keating saw the bomb on Eleanor Sterling and heard the ticking countdown.
His face visibly turned pale, becoming alard.
Eleanor Sterling chuckled, "Yes, a bomb, seven minutes left."
She had been counting, so she knew the remaining ti.
Ronan Keating, face white, said, "I... I’ll get a bomb expert here right away."
"It’s too late," Eleanor Sterling smiled wryly.
Bang, the door was kicked open, Alaric Faulkner arrived.
Upon seeing Eleanor Sterling, he seed relieved and stepped toward her.
"How is it?" Alaric Faulkner squatted in front of Eleanor Sterling, looking over the bomb with the countdown on it.
Eleanor sat on the chair as Alaric bent lower, making him slightly shorter.
His head was slightly tilted back, jawline smooth and clear, eyes filled with concern and fear.
Eleanor Sterling, who had been strong until then, felt her eyes sting when she saw Alaric Faulkner.
"You’re here."
Ronan Keating said beside them, "President Faulkner, I’ve contacted a bomb expert. They’re rushing here."
Alaric Faulkner said, "It’s too late, evacuate everyone, I’m disarming it."
"But—"
"Quick!" Alaric Faulkner commanded angrily.
There was no ti to argue, so Ronan Keating stopped advising and left to evacuate the personnel.
Eleanor looked at Alaric Faulkner, hesitating to speak, saying, "Alaric Faulkner, leave, I’ll disarm it myself."
If the bomb wires were cut incorrectly, the result would be a bloody ss.
Eleanor Sterling thought she couldn’t implicate Alaric Faulkner.
Alaric Faulkner’s face turned stern, seemingly angry, "This knot on you can’t be undone alone, it requires help.
But untying the ropes takes at least seven minutes, there are only five minutes left, how can you disarm the bomb yourself?"
Alaric Faulkner stared at her, displeased, with a cold voice, "You want to fool to leave so you can die alone?"
Eleanor sighed, her vision blurring, she smiled, "We can’t both end here."
"Are you afraid?" Alaric Faulkner asked.
"Not afraid, because you’re here."
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