Chapter 473: Let's Go On A Date

Courtney was indeed starving, having expended quite a bit of energy just before, and started eating the lamb skewers she had received. Lysander, feeling a bit overwhelmed, crouched to the side to catch his breath. Meanwhile, Orson, who had been impressive in the car, ended up embracing a tree and vomiting profusely once he got out. Drifting was cool, but one must face the consequences. After Orson finished, Hawk, Nathan, and others who received the message last rushed

over.

"Lysander, are you alright?" Hawk was the first to check on Lysander's condition, his eyes full of concern. Lysander, slightly impatient yet not wanting to embarrass Hawk in front of everyone, subtly withdrew his hand, "I'm fine." Seeing that Lysander was indeed alright, Hawk finally breathed a sigh of relief. Turning around and noticing Jared was also there, he refrained from calling him 'young master' and instead addressed Tina as Miss Reed, "Miss Reed, thank you for informing me about Lysander."

"You're welcome." Tina continued eating her skewer, her gaze sweeping over Hawk a few times before she looked away. Just then, Hawk received a call, his expression suddenly changing, "Alright, I'm on my way now." Lysander, catching the urgency in Hawk's voice, asked, "What happened?"

"Several of our family's warehouses caught fire; I need to go check on them." Hawk glanced at Tina, who nodded silently in response. Hawk then left.

Jared handed another skewer to Tina, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a faint smile. "Delicious, just a bit charred though." Tina, looking at the skewer in her hand, flicked it expertly, and it spun through the air like caught in a gust, landing in a nearby trash can. The best things, the most useful people-they're useless flawed.

Orson, drinking water, witnessed this and choked, spraying the mist of water across Lysander's face. "Orson, are you sick?" Lysander exclaimed.

"It wasn't on purpose," Orson replied incredulously, wiping his mouth and staring at Tina.

you and Courtney

clothes these days, she doesn't have time," Jared said, standing up and wrapping his arm around Tina's waist. Tina shot him

Me? No, absolutely

so he just clenched his fist tighter, silently cursing Jared's ancestors in his mind.

unemployed, making him the perfect person to call. The group lingered for a while until Nathan arranged for two new cars from the

taking the driver's seat, "I'm going back to Kongham University with

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go back too;

having never intended to leave him

off first, Orson still puzzled about the purpose of their trip and who exactly was after them. It

another car, Tina also received messages from Cole and the Golden Eagle. "Serena, several of the Emerson family's warehouses were destroyed. These were the locations I had previously leaked as holding Jasmine, seemingly to force us to

and after completing the mission, I was tasked with tracking Lysander!" The two messages were enough for Tina to deduce the intentions of the GTO. They were forcing Hawk to provide them with information. Tina curled her lips, "Uncle, how are you doing

for Nathan's suspension was-leaving his post without permission to meet Jared with a firearm, posing a threat to public safety. It was all a

only restricted from acting on his own but also from contacting Hayden and Jason. The purpose of this from those above was to sideline Jared and force him to hand over Jasmine. Tina and Jared were being cornered from both ends. Tina yawned, still sleepy from the morning, and lazily

discussed more than a dozen options for what to have for dinner. Nathan silently sighed, alright, it was all his overthinking. At the agency, Christopher Parr called Hayden to his office. "Is Tina Serena?" Christopher Parr asked. Hayden proudly exclaimed, "Of course, I'm Serena's most beloved brother, she

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