“Of course. What else? Do you think they’ll even beat me?”
Sage exercised her neck and patted Luther’s shoulder. “Relax, Luther. Tim and Kane may scold me,
but it’ll be fine. I just have to be obedient to them. Please help me take most of the damage later.”
Luther complained, “Are you f*king serious?”
“Maybe I am.”
“I…” Luther was rendered speechless and almost cried. Why did he always end up as the victim?
When they arrived at South River Club, the scene was chaos. The police, fire department, and reporter
were the first to arrive, making the place very crowded.
Sage frowned and got down of the car. The phone in her pocket rang, but she did not hear it. All sorts
of noises were blaring in her ears, including the sirens and the onlooker’s distinct murmurs.
“What’s going on this year? There’s a club that was on fire just a while ago. Why is South River Club on
fire too?”
“Didn’t the club clear the rumor? It didn’t burn. It was just a prank.”
“Didn’t the club close down anyway? I heard it has something to do with the bombing and involved
three death. The bomb exploded in the suburbs. I don’t know what happened, but it sounds so scary.
What a bad year…”
“South River Club has always been peaceful. Why did it suddenly catch fire? Why are the police here?”
“They said it was an intentional fire. The police came to arrest someone.”
“Tsk! These rich people have too much money and keep making trouble… Terrible.”
Sage looked up to the sea of fire right on the eighth floor. A cold, icy light flashed in her eyes. Did he
escape again? Jace and Cole arrived first. After learning about the situation, they tried to go upstairs.
However, they were stopped by the firefighters, who came earlier than them.
Jace and Cole came too late. They walked out of the South River Club with a grimace
“Jace, isn’t that your ex-wife?” Cole elbowed Jace.
Jace arched his brows. Then, he saw Sage standing outside the crowd, craning her head, looking
ahead. The slender figure stood out in the crowd, surrounded by a cold silence and a sense of
loneliness.
Jace felt a pain in his heart and an urge to pull her in his arms.
Sage craned her head and kept looking ahead for a long while. She stared until her eyes hurt, and until
a tall figure came over
Finally, she shifted her attention from the distance to the man nearby.
She looked at Jace and moved her lips. “Did he escape?”.
“Yeah.” Jace was unwilling to accept this. He felt sorry. “Sorry. I came late.”
“It’s not your fault,” Sage shook her head, “this is between him and me. It has nothing to do with you.”
The more she distanced from him, treating him like a stranger, the more pain he felt. He was distraught,
but he could not say anything. Mister Jekyll was the leader of the group that kidnapped Sage. He was
supposedly dead, but he reappeared in a new guise. He still refused to let Sage go and tried to hurt her
again! How could Jace allow that to happen again?
He knew the kidnapping left a trauma in Sage’s heart and mind. It was hard for her to get past it.
He clenched his fist, wanting to tell Sage not to be scared. He was right there for her, and he would
take care of her.
“Sage…”
Just as he wanted to tell her all that, something happened. A man suddenly emerged from the crowd.
He rushed forward with an iron rod in his hand, looking fierce and cold. He was about to strike Sage’s
head.
“Watch out!” Jace’s eyes widened in horror. He almost instinctively protected the back of Sage’s head
with a hand, pulling her into his arms. The strike that was about to hit Sage instantly struck Jace’s
head.
“Bang!” was the only thing that could be heard.
Sage’s vision was blurred by the sunlight. She felt Jace’s figure shake heavily and watched the blood
dripping down from his head. Jace closed his eyes and fell to the ground.
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