CHAPTER 225: CHAPTER 225 ESCAPE

"Harry Hunter!"

"I’m here!" Harry holds her tightly, wrapping her in a damp blanket, and asks urgently, "Are you hurt?"

"I’m fine! But we can’t get out! Why didn’t you leave?"

"I’ve been waiting for you!"

Thankfully he didn’t leave, Harry clutched her tightly, a wave of fear washed over him.

"Isabella, cover your mouth and nose, I’ll get you out of here!"

Isabella, ignoring the pain in her hand, hastily tears the towel into two pieces, handing half to Harry, "You cover yours too!"

In many fire incidents, few simply get burned to death. The majority of deaths are caused by inhaling toxic gases and suffocating.

The smoke billows, they can no longer see the way.

Fortunately, Harry is familiar with the club too. He leads Isabella towards the escape route only to find it’s already destroyed by the explosion!

Harry’s heart sank.

This explosion and fire are no accidents, they are deliberate!

No one knows better than him how sturdy the club’s escape route was built! This was his first investment in building a high-end club!

"The smoke is too thick, the explosion is still reverberating, Isabella, we’ll go to the rooftop!"

"Okay!"

The normally short corridor now seems incredibly long.

Every step they take is exceptionally difficult, walls constantly collapsing, ceilings incessantly falling, crashing onto them.

Isabella is shielded in Harry’s arms, she isn’t hurt, but Harry’s face is already as pale as paper.

Another huge wall crashes down, Harry instinctively pushes Isabella away.

While he himself is completely buried under the wall.

"Harry!"

Isabella’s heart shatters. Summoning strength from nowhere, she fiercely lifts the broken wall, dragging Harry out.

His pale face, white shirt, are already drenched in blood, his whole body unconscious, life uncertain.

Isabella’s tears gush out, but this is not the time for her to be weak!

She wraps the blanket around Harry, desperately lifts him onto her back, "Harry, don’t sleep, we’re getting out!"

The act of carrying Harry pulls at his wounds, the intense pain forcefully wakes him from unconsciousness.

He speaks faintly, barely audible, "Isabella, let me go, go yourself."

"I won’t!"

Hearing him awake, Isabella quickens her pace with him on her back.

The stairs to the rooftop are engulfed in flames, yet Isabella seems to feel no heat, climbing one step at a time.

Luckily the CEO chose the suite on the 16th floor rooftop, otherwise it would have been impossible for her to reach it.

The moment they reach the rooftop, fresh air rushes over them, finally relieving Isabella’s suffocation.

She places him on the ground, only to find he’s fallen unconscious again.

"Harry! Harry! Wake up!"

Her tears fall in large drops, hurriedly taking out her phone for help, but it has no signal at all!

The explosion continues, the rooftop shakes violently, one corner has collapsed, and countless cracks appear on the entire building top.

Trying to call for help, Isabella climbs up, a helicopter quickly flies over and lands on the teetering rooftop.

Isabella’s joyful smile barely forms before Cherry Lewis steps out of the helicopter.

"Brother Harry!"

Seeing Harry’s unconscious, blood-covered state, she is shocked!

Ignoring past grievances, Isabella urgently says, "Quick, take him to the hospital! The rooftop is going to collapse! Hurry!"