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.

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

anxiety surged. “You promised me you’d let them go!”

he lifted his mask and lowered his head, revealing piercing, sharp eyes. Behind that mask, a sly smile played on Jamie’s lips as he remarked, “Miss Kaufmann, why do

you couldn’t keep your promise, go to

herself and

space, Freya knew she 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, it might give Brisa and Inken a chance to escape. Then, she gritted her

as the chain between her handcuffs tightened around his neck. He quickly gestured for Moonblade to hold off.

resolute, her eyes cold and determined. She knew taking him

she tightened her grip on her weapon. She couldn’t fathom why, even though he was being strangled, he prevented

her bleeding leg, Freya focused all her strength on the green light of

grew increasingly anxious when she noticed this. “Mr. Strategist!”

drained of color from the strangulation,

that she might defy his orders and shoot Freya if he persisted in his

the man began to weaken, and she started experiencing double vision due to blood loss. Sensing her faltering hold and labored breathing, he grabbed her hand and

He leaned back, visible marks on his neck, and sighed, “Miss Kaufmann, it seems no matter how cautious I am

of white light blurred her vision. She gritted.

darts were loaded with

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,