Jasper indeed wanted to eliminate Bucky and his henchmen quickly, for they posed a threat to Willow. Furthermore, all these people were internationally wanted criminals-malignant tumors harming society. They need to be eliminated as soon as possible.
“No need,” he said indifferently. Aimee’s heart sank. She closed her eyes bitterly and asked, “Do you really like her that much?”
Jasper didn’t answer, for he didn’t have the answer to that question himself. But he knew that he wouldn’t allow anyone to threaten Willow’s safety.
Just as he was about to leave, Aimee ran up and stopped him. “Jasper, I can report you if you don’t comply with the organization’s arrangements. You know full well the consequences.” With that, she emphasized, ‘I have to go with you.”
Jasper was certainly better suited running solo than working in teams. However, it was the organization’s rule to work in teams. Hence, its members had to act together, or they would be regarded as disregarding organizational discipline. “Step aside, Aimee, Jasper said gravely.
“No, I can’t have you go into danger alone. I know you’re fully capable of going on this mission alone, but we’ll be safer in pairs.” Aimee wasn’t joking, either. She didn’t want Jasper to go on the mission alone.
However, determination enveloped Jasper’s eyes, and he walked past her to leave. Aimee bit her lip, furious, glaring at his retreating figure with resentment. Jasper doesn’t need to kill Bucky so urgently at all. We will get our chances as long as the man is still in the country.
But Aimee could tell Jasper was worried that Bucky’s men would threaten Willow’s safety. That was why he was in such a hurry to get the job done; he was concerned about Willow. Just then, her phone rang, and she walked over to answer it. “Mr. Antoine.”
“You two have reached the safe house, haven’t you? Rest up before proceeding with the mission. Antoine Wyatt’s voice came from the other end. “Your dear nephew has gone on the mission alone. There’s no talking him out of it,” Aimee reported resentfully.
“Mom, why are you awake at this time?!” Willow blinked.
“Worried about you, of course! Which friend were you with?” “Huh, um… Troy,” Willow answered somewhat guiltily. Anastasia’s eyes lit up in response. “Do you like Troy?”
Willow had been spending a lot of time with Troy lately, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by Anastasia. Troy came from an excellent family background, and Anastasia was satisfied with both his background and character. If Willow liked him, she would support her.
“What kind of ‘like’ are you referring to?” Willow countered, and Anastasia threw the question back at her. “That depends on your feelings for him.”
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