Chapter 2220

Jasper's jaw was clenched tight as he sprinted forward, the sharp branches of the path leaving angry scratches on his face. The pain barely registered as he pushed on. His legs were numb from the relentless pace, but he continued, sustained only by his determination to rescue Alyssa.

His legs trembled under him when he finally reached the manor, and he stumbled slightly against the biting cold wind.

Had it been someone else, they would have crumbled and been unable to stand up again.

No one was keeping watch outside the manor. It was eerily quiet.

Jasper took a steadying breath, his grip tightening on his gun. Each step on the white rock tiles felt heavy as he approached the door. With a calm yet wary demeanor, he pushed it open and entered.

The luxurious living room was empty. Even so, Jasper's heart raced, sensing an unseen danger. He was as focused and tense as a volcano poised to erupt.

His intuition, honed by experience and training, told him something was amiss. A glint caught his eye-a telescopic sight.

a single shot that dropped the attacker from the second-floor railing-he had to save his

the bullets that hit near his feet. Using the table, walls, and furniture for protection, he moved swiftly, taking out the remaining

in sweat, Jasper reloaded his gun in two seconds. Suddenly, Alyssa's voice pierced the silence, filled with

'Jasper! Help me!'

with alarm. A cold wave

Save me... You

very being. Jasper's chest heaved heavily as

that voice. At that precise moment, a shot rang out, piercing his

and the intense pain made his face go pale. He

injury on his left shoulder from rescuing Alyssa on Shelland Island, and this

pain. Instead, he fired three quick shots in the direction

final hidden assassin was struck

to Jameson's recognizable, malevolent laughter. It was unrestrained and frenzied. "Just as I suspected, Lyse

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