###Chapter 652 Release Her, I'll Sign It! – Part 1

It was so powerful that Ivelle almost flew out of her seat. She finally found her consciousness. When she looked back at Jordan, she saw the blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

Almost half of his body was hit by an object flying in front of him, and he was injured.

"Jordan, Jordan." She moved close to him and reached out to help him. She called several times before he regained his consciousness. He looked at her in a weak voice and said, "Come on, go and find Timothy. He has a way to save me!"

In hindsight, she found that several black SUVs were approaching not far behind the car, and Jordan's urging voice sounded, "Let's go, otherwise none of us can leave."

Several cars in the back were getting closer and closer, and she knew that if she didn't go, not only couldn't save Jordan but eventually they would all have an accident.

In almost a few seconds, she crawled herself out of the car and stumbled behind a wall not far away.

The black SUVs stopped and several big men in black got off.

They pulled Jordan out of the car. Jordan was squeezed by the car crash and got seriously injured in order to protect Ivelle. Several men pulled him out of the car, regardless of his injury, and directly took him into the black car behind him. Then one of the men came forward, took a cigarette out of his clothes with a cold face, smoked a few mouthfuls, and threw the cigarette butt next to Jordan. She didn't notice just now. In that crash, the fuel tank of the car was broken and the tires of the car were completely flat. Therefore, the reason why the car was suddenly out of control just now was that it was hit by a tire, and then it was impossible to drive.

The cigarette butt fell on the gasoline on the ground, and the flames were suddenly excited. Then, the whole car was suddenly ignited, as if carried by a gale and immediately burned all over the car.

When it was about to explode, Ivelle pursed her lips and took a look at the multimillion-dollar car. She took a breath and left in the other direction.

However, she didn't go far. She just avoided the sound of the car explosion behind her, and after confirming that she was safe, she directly called the police. She originally wanted to call Timothy, but because she didn't have his phone number, she could only use the phone numbers that Andrew left her. She dialed the phone, and after a while, someone over there said, "Miss!"

It was the man arranged by her father in Las Vegas. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Jordan and I were hunted and killed. He was injured and taken away, and the car was burned. Can you find Jordan as soon as possible?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a moment and said, "OK, but we may come over first to ensure your safety!"

Ivelle nodded and answered.

Because she didn't have Timothy's phone number, she had to wait for someone arranged by her father to come. The man who came was a middle-aged man. After he was sure she was safe, he looked at her and said, "The police will come later and may take you to the police station to make a statement. I sent someone to chase Mr. Astley. The other party seems to have laid the game ahead of time. I'm afraid we'll have to think about it for a long time."

She nodded and said as calmly as possible, "Well, Jordan asked me to go to Gates' house to find Timothy. Maybe he knows how to save him!"

"Hmm!"

The man her father sent to protect her was Joseph Andrews. He was the man he arranged to manage assets in Las Vegas. Over the years, he had left almost a lot of things to his staff to do.

At the police station, Ivelle was asked by a group of people and answered their questions, but looking at the way they looked at her, she was a little confused and couldn't help saying, "Is something wrong?"

One of the policemen looked at her and said, "Are you sure that the person you are with is your husband, and he is just injured and taken away? There is no one else?"

She nodded and said seriously, "Yes, I'm sure. Our car has been damaged. I don't know why the tire ran out, and then there were no brakes, so we almost died. After the car stopped, my husband told me to run away. He was taken away by several men in black. He was on the other side driving. You can watch the surveillance!"

The policeman looked at her and shrugged. "Sorry, ma'am. The cameras there are all broken, so we can only take your statement!"

She was so surprised that she couldn't say a word, so it was really a premeditated plot?

It was Kenneth! It must be him!

The policeman looked at her ferocious face and said, "Ma'am, you don't have to be too nervous. We're just trying to make sure because we found a man's body near the crime scene."

A dead man?

She froze. "How could that be? Who is it?" When she asked this, her voice trembled, her hands clasped together unconsciously, and her fingertips clasped her palms, hoping to ease her fear.

The policeman looked at her and suddenly turned pale, probably a little worried, as he gasped slightly and said, "You don't have to worry. If you say your husband was taken, then it may not be your husband. We took a picture of the deceased. You come with us to have a look."

She nodded, her heart had been raised to her throat, and her hands kept trembling.

The policeman looked at her and said, "Let's go!"

After a few short steps from the interrogation room to another room, she felt as if she had walked for the rest of her life.

In the other room, several policemen stood and saw them come in. Some of them looked at the policeman who took her in, their eyes were full of questions.

The policeman said, "I asked her to come and take a look at the body at the crime scene to see if it belonged to her husband."

Several policemen nodded and made way.

Her heart kept sinking and rising, and this repeated fear almost made her run down, because the body had been sent to the planning room by the police, so there were only photos taken from the scene of the crime.

She walked over, her palm was pinched out of blood, and she forced the pain in her heart to look at the picture on the wall, but when she plucked up the courage to look at it, she could not help but froze and looked back at the policeman with some doubt.

The policeman was stupefied for a moment and said, "By the time we found the body, the body had been corroded by sulfuric acid, so we couldn't tell who the body was. Take a look at what he was wearing. If it's your husband, whatever's on him, you'd at least be familiar with it."

She looked at the body that had been destroyed beyond recognition, dressed in a black suit, and Jordan seemed to have a very imaginative point in height and figure, but she didn't think he was Jordan.

Jordan was so powerful and dazzling, so how could he just leave?