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.

said smoothly. “I hope you’ll allow us through. There’s no one in this car you’re

half-lowered window, their conversation carried clearly into the backseat. Jamie had cooperated enough to open

meanwhile, had been shoved beneath the floor mat

ignored the bribe, leaning in to sweep their eyes across

“No one else inside?”

us,” the driver

lay motionless, her head bowed, body limp against the

with an almost imperceptible

the inspectors a subtle

were part of his elaborate

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.

remained unconscious, robbing him of

more time toying with her. Julliard’s men

“Let’s go,” he ordered.

driver climbed back in, and the car

was already deep into the small hours. The streets lay empty, traffic sparse. The driver deliberately took the quieter back routes, where silence pressed in heavy and