“W-Why do you have to speak so harshly? You’re cursing me, aren’t you?” Willow’s anger burned as she gritted her teeth and glared at him. At that moment, she observed Jasper driving the car through one road after another as if he had a destination.

“You don’t live here, do you?” she asked. curiously.

‘To a safe house,” he answered. “A safe house?” Willow blinked, and a flicker of thought crossed her mind. “Are you an undercover cop? Are you affiliated with Interpol?”

“No.” Jasper denied it directly. “No? Then, who exactly are you?” She persisted in her unyielding questioning.

“I already told you. I can’t reveal my identity, so stop asking.” With that, he abruptly clutched his chest. The steering wheel jerked in a different direction under his grip..

furrowing his brow, a

He had only just gotten out of bed today and had driven all the way here to

the wheel. You should rest,” she suggested. “We’re almost there. I can hold on.” With that, he stepped harder on the accelerator. Willow quickly grasped her seatbelt in fear. Is he trying to re-enact a scene from Fast and Furious? How

Jasper pushed the door open to exit, only to collapse on the ground. Traces of blood stained his gray clothes and concentrated

reopened.” She rushed over to support him. However, her strength proved insufficient, and he had to rely on the car door

he unexpectedly lifted the lock to reveal a fingerprint scanner. He pressed his finger. against it, and the door

iron door concealed behind the wooden entrance. Willow finally grasped that this was

the door closed and the lights illuminated the room, it revealed a suite designed in a backroom style. It encompassed all the expected amenities, including a row of computers akin to a secret

the first aid kit? Let me bandage your wound!” she told him. He pointed in a

the couch where he was seated, she noticed

and instructed, “Lie down.

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