Side Chick Era... Over

Chapter 933

Modern makeup techniques had reached an almost otherworldly level—no less effective than the ancient art of disguise. With enough skill, a man could become a woman, and a woman could just as easily pass as a man.

For Jamie, evading pursuit had never been easier.

Listoria City was under total lockdown. Every vehicle had to undergo inspection.

The driver glanced at the roadblock ahead and lowered his voice. “Mr. Walton, there’s a checkpoint.”

Jamie cast a brief look at Sharon, noting her complete stillness. His lips curved faintly as he replied, “What’s there to fear? They won’t recognize us anyway.”

Soon, their car rolled up to the inspection point.

Jamie signaled the driver with a glance.

The driver stepped out, handing over his license-along with a folded stack of bills hidden inside.

you’ll allow us through. There’s no one in this car you’re looking

their conversation carried clearly into the backseat. Jamie had cooperated

beneath the floor mat like discarded

inspectors ignored the bribe, leaning in

“No one else inside?”

the two of us,” the driver replied

head bowed, body limp against the floor. She seemed unconscious-unable to move, unable to even cry for

lips curved with an almost

inspectors a subtle

course, were part of his elaborate

had all been staged for one reason: to drive Sharon into utter despair before delivering her final collapse. He had deliberately left her exposed, dangling the illusion of rescue in front of her, only to snatch it away when hope flickered in her eyes. The moment

unconscious, robbing him

softly. There was no sense wasting more time toying with her. Julliard’s

“Let’s go,” he ordered.

driver climbed back in, and the car slipped once more into

lay empty, traffic sparse. The driver deliberately took the quieter back routes, where silence pressed in heavy