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 for. If you don’t believe me, you’re

the backseat.

had been shoved beneath the floor mat like discarded

inspectors ignored the bribe, leaning in to sweep their

“No one else inside?”


us,” the

motionless, her head bowed, body limp against the floor. She seemed unconscious-unable to move,

with an almost

shot the inspectors a

course, were part

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 she realized

robbing

sense wasting more time toying with her. Julliard’s men were still

“Let’s go,” he ordered.

driver climbed back in, and the

night stretched ink-black and endless. It was already deep into the small hours. The streets lay

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