No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Freya’s face hardened as Lucius lunged forward, seizing Maddox’s collar, ready to instigate a brawl. However, their faces blanched in the next instant.

“I hear something down there!”

A cacophony of sounds echoed from above, causing Freya’s heart to skip a beat.

“Quick, take cover! Don’t stand directly underneath the cover, Freya whispered urgently.

As the manhole cover above was lifted, Russell, Maddox, and Lucius scrambled to the other side, leaving Freya behind. As the cover was lifted, exclamations of surprise echoed from above.

“Holy sh*t, we caught her!”

“The others must be here too! Report to Mr. Strategist immediately!”

Freya’s face was drained of color as she watched the man above pointing a gun at her.

“Miss, you better stay still. This gun can shoot down even an eagle. I doubt you can move faster than ant eagle, can you?”

Freya remained motionless. She turned to look at Lucius and mouthed the words, “Run.”

Lucius hesitated. He clenched his jaw. Russell pulled him away, gave Freya a meaningful look, and nodded to her before the three of them continued to crawl further away.

Five minutes later, Freya was forced to climb up to the manhole under the threat of being shot.

Two men in black held her hostage.

The rest of the men were standing at the entrance of the sewer, peering inside.

“Could the other three missing people be here as well?”

“Very likely! Let’s go down and check.”

“Are you insane? The stench is unbearable today! If you want to go down, you go down by yourself.”

“If we don’t go, we might all be dead when Mr. Strategist asks us about this later!”

Freya’s gaze was icy, fixed on the entrance of the sewer.

After the men finished their discussion, they quickly coerced a skinny man to go down and investigate.

As the skinny man approached the manhole, Freya’s heart pounded.

trudging in the sewer for so long that

searched down there, they would be found

discovered that she had facilitated their escape, he

abruptly broke free, snatched the gun from

deafening noise erupted.

old, unmaintained sewer wall was pelted by a barrage of bullets, there was

pressed against the back of her head.

were caught off guard. She could either kill the two men or destroy the manhole to give Russell and the

at her seethed

captive already. How dare you do this! Today I

felt the gun press harder against the back of her head.

down. Mr. Strategist said, if she dies, we will die as well!”

three people must be in there, so what

another

are a labyrinth, and we don’t have a

livid, glaring at Freya as if he

tough you are,

fastened on Freya’s hands.

called back to

car pulled up next to them.

watched impassively as the car door opened, and Jamie, still in his pajamas,

was colder than

strode up to Freya and slapped

bolder than

one side, and she croaked, Are you going to have someone beat

sure are you that I

die, your brother won’t live either,

face was as dark as a stormy cloud as previously suppressed wild, murderous

I’ve said before, there are things

back in the car, and instructing Monkey, who was standing beside

those three people! Kill them

into

escape. If

cold glance at Freya.

away with it so easily. If I don’t teach you a lesson, I bet you’d dare

into the car by Monkey.

returning to the villa, Jamie