"Stop overthinking. Check her first."
Seeing the indescribable expression on Flynn Thorne’s face, a vein throbbed on Jas Grant’s temple.
Flynn quickly took out his tools and perford the check-up as quietly as Jas requested.
After the thorough examination, Flynn was drenched in cold sweat.
"Director Grant, she’s fine; there are no visible wounds on her body. The marks on her hands are from struggling and will disappear in a couple of days."
Jas Grant’s expression finally eased a bit.
After placing Evelyn Clayton on the bed in his bedroom, Jas unceremoniously issued a dismissal order.
"After checking the patient, aren’t you leaving?"
"I thought you might want to talk about your ’hidden treasure’ here," Flynn teased, looking at him.
He had known Jas for many years and had never seen him bring a woman ho to take care of.
Jas might have many love interests, but he’d never brought any to this ho before.
But Jas just rubbed his numb arm, "I don’t want to."
Accepting his role as rely a tool in Jas’s eyes, Flynn took the $100,000 check, teary-eyed, and left.
Just as he was about to open his computer to handle so work, Jas suddenly heard sobbing from the room.
"Uh—don’t touch !"
He imdiately returned to Evelyn’s side and found that she seed to be caught in a nightmare.
Though her eyes were tightly closed, tears were streaming down her cheeks, her mouth slightly open, desperately calling for help.
"Evelyn, wake up." Jas frowned, gently patting her soft cheek.
Evelyn dreamt about the events of the evening, struggling fiercely, but those hands refused to let her go.
They were like tenacious vines, refusing to release their hold until they completely engulfed her in suffocation...
Who would rescue her?
Who would save her!
Just when she thought she was about to suffocate, she suddenly heard a voice.
The voice was gentle yet firm, repeatedly calling her na.
So she followed the voice—
In the next second, Evelyn suddenly opened her eyes and unexpectedly fell into the anxious gaze of Jas.
"Don’t be afraid, I’m here."
Jas lightly patted her back, as if comforting a small baby.
The still-startled Evelyn buried her face in his neck, unwilling to speak.
She was so tired.
She had to admit, Jas’s comfort was quite effective; her breathing soon cald down again.
Evelyn did not sleep soundly; as soon as Jas laid her down, she furrowed her eyebrows.
There was no other way, he had to stay until midnight.
It wasn’t until her tightly knit brows relaxed that Jas got up, quietly closed the door, and left the room.
He didn’t dare go far, fearing Evelyn would be scared if she awoke alone, so he stood in the hallway and called Keith Donovan.
At two-thirty in the morning, Keith was startled awake by the call but didn’t dare to get angry, fearing Jas might have an urgent matter.
"What’s up?"
Jas spoke in a very low voice, seemingly afraid of waking soone.
"Are you familiar with The Black Moon Club?"
Hearing these four words, Keith’s eyes suddenly beca clear. "The Black Moon Club is not like the places we usually hang out at; you shouldn’t go there."
Keith’s father, Simon Donovan, indulged even more and thus Keith had heard about The Black Moon Club.
The people who frequent there are not to be ssed with, possessing fearso backgrounds besides money, so not many know about it.
If Simon hadn’t been there a few tis, Keith wouldn’t have known about it.
"I didn’t go, but tonight I was set up over there. Help find out who had booked Misty Moon One tonight."
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