No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Moonblade felt a deep pang of sadness, as though the man she idolized had completely ignored her.

However, Jamie noticed her gaze and smirked without saying anything.

Soon, their convoy in a grand departure.

On a quiet country road, dozens of people lay scattered about. This village had received official approval for reconstruction, and its residents had been relocated to a distant town. In the dead of night, the road was deserted, with only moonlight illuminating the figures on the ground.

At dawn, a pickup truck appeared on the road, carrying several young people who chatted and laughed.

“This camping trip is gonna be a blast. I heard there might be wolves up in Mount Lanpo by the river. Can’t wait to find out,” the girl in the backseat giggled.

As they chatted, the car suddenly stopped.

“What’s going on?” someone asked.

The young man at the wheel panicked and pointed ahead. Only then did everyone notice a dozen cars. parked on the road.

Even more horrifying, next to these cars were dozens of bodies scattered on the ground. The scene was spine-chilling on this remote country road.

“What the heck is happening?”

“Should we call the police?”

stumble upon

down, stepped out of the car, surveyed the area, and reached for his phone. “We better call

dew and moisture, Inken’s body was damp as he glared in the direction the convoy had departed.

are coming back to life!” one of the boys exclaimed.

his attention to the youngsters in the pickup truck. “Mind your own business and leave this place,” he

the

Brisa, and it didn’t take long for her to recall everything. She turned to him urgently. “Where’s Frey?”

expression grew colder. “First, wake everyone up. Frey has already been taken by them.”

to go after them!”

arranged for transportation, maybe even a helicopter. Several hours were enough for them to take Freya to Florin or even abroad. He clenched his teeth, recalling her plea before she left, waiting for him

by the weight of the situation. He couldn’t help but acknowledge the exceptional hiding skills of Strategist and his team,

for me, those people wouldn’t have taken Freya. They used me as

everyone they had.

and bandaged. He clenched his teeth. “Those

and said, “They didn’t

couldn’t let his brother’s killer escape, yet the

then why spare their

helped Michael up, urging, “Don’t destroy your hands like this. Don’t

next move?” Michael asked,

as he looked into the distance. “We need to

restlessly in a conference room, listening to executives reporting their work. After the meeting, he walked out and