No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Strategist’s voice grew impatient, prompting Freya to turn and approach the car with its headlights on.

As Brisa watched Freya advance, anger boiled within her. “D*mn it! They used me as bait! I won’t let them get away with this!” She reached for her gun, but Inken stopped her.

Inken, who typically appeared frail, now looked determined. With the headlights casting their glow, he noticed the nearby houses in ruins and gun muzzles ominously protruding through shattered windows. Hence, he cautioned, “Brisa, let’s not act recklessly.”

Unbeknownst to Freya, a person with a silver mask stood behind the headlights, gleaming eerily. Despite her injured leg, she stared at that figure and limped forward. As she approached the car, a beautiful woman stepped out, holding a custom-made handcuff

Freya looked down as the woman began to handcuff her. These cuffs were noticeably heavier than. standard ones, and Freya could feel their weight. She also noticed small green dots on them that glowed faintly.

The woman warned, “Don’t try to escape. These cuffs are rigged to explode upon detecting excessive force.”

Freya met the woman’s gaze with unwavering determination and asked, “Are you Moonblade?”

However, the woman met Freya’s gaze with a hint of contempt. “What if I am?”

Freya pursed her lips and recalled that this woman had killed Melissa’s boyfriend, Benjamin.

Later, she was pushed into the backseat of a spacious modified jeep, seated beside a man in a silver mask. Then, Moonblade hopped into the vehicle and settled in the front passenger seat.

resting his arm on the car window, and gestured with his

“You promised me

sharp eyes. Behind that mask, a sly

on her wrists and seethed, “You’ve failed to keep your word. Since you couldn’t keep your promise, go to hell!” Without hesitation, she made a sudden move, using her

and

had nowhere to hide. Hence, she hoped the handcuffs in her hands would explode, taking everyone in the car down with her. She knew that if she took out Jamie and Moonblade,

Jamie struggled as the chain between her handcuffs tightened around his neck. He quickly gestured for Moonblade

and determined. She knew taking him out would end the

She couldn’t fathom why, even though he was being strangled, he prevented her from shooting

strength on the green light of the handcuffs, determined to turn it red. She closed her eyes and concentrated

when she noticed this. “Mr. Strategist!”

face drained of color from

clenched her teeth, contemplating that she might defy his orders and shoot

started experiencing double vision due to blood loss. Sensing her faltering hold and labored breathing, he grabbed her hand and forcefully pulled her forward.

on his neck, and sighed, “Miss Kaufmann, it seems no matter how cautious I

struggled to remain conscious as bursts of white light blurred her vision. She gritted. her teeth but was haunted

with amusement, he adjusted his suit collar and sat up. “Don’t worry, those darts were loaded with tranquilizers. Your strength worries me. I was afraid that if I let them go, we

jolted back to reality, forcing herself to stay focused by pinching the wound on her leg. Her vision sharpened, and she saw the man’s face looming close with a teasing smile. Yet, she couldn’t help but notice. the contempt in his eyes-a malicious smile as if he were toying with prey. “Jamie, what’s your