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?”

Did we stumble upon a crime

phone. “We better call the police.” Just as he finished speaking, he noticed a figure trembling as it stood in the

Inken’s body was damp as he glared in

back to life!”

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

quickly hopped into the car and

Brisa, and it didn’t take long for her to recall everything. She turned to

colder. “First, wake everyone up. Frey has

after

even a helicopter. Several hours were enough for them to take Freya to Florin or

exceptional hiding skills of Strategist and his

wouldn’t have taken Freya. They used me as bait. I’m going after

up, rousing everyone they had. brought along. He knew

bandaged. He clenched his teeth. “Those

said, “They didn’t

ground in anger. He couldn’t let his brother’s killer escape, yet the bandaged wounds on his legs seemed

including Radley’s associates, then why spare their lives? Were they afraid Freya wouldn’t

“Don’t destroy your hands like this. Don’t you want

move?” Michael asked, blood dripping

he looked into the distance. “We need to gather all our

9 o’clock in the morning. Radley sat restlessly in a conference room, listening to executives reporting their work.