Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Although this was an undeveloped area, it was surrounded by the sea on all sides. They probably had already reached the boundary. Sure enough, James heard the sound of waves crashing against the rocks.

"We can't go on like this; we're only getting further away from the film crew."

Worry filled Sophie's eyes, but James reached out to touch her ankle. Sophie instinctively pulled her foot back. "What are you doing?"

"Let me see your foot."

"It's not necessary..."

"We don't have much time to rest. If the hitmen catch up with us, and I don't know your condition, we're both done for."

Sophie fell silent. She no longer resisted, and James took off her shoe and examined it briefly. Her ankle was a bit swollen and needed immediate attention.

James took out a bottle of arnica oil from his backpack. Sophie frowned, "That doesn't look like something from the crew."

"I brought it myself."

"How did you know it would be needed?"

"You think I'm as inexperienced as you?"

James rubbed the arnica oil on his hands and said in a deep voice, "This might hurt a bit."

"I know. Go ahead."

"Okay."

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sharply from the pain. "James,

thought it was numb from the pain. It's good

"You..."

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