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Willow paused, quickly flashing a brilliant smile. "Yeah, I understand."
The title of Mrs. Shelby would belong to no one but her!
They chatted a bit longer before Chloe left.
Willow dialed a number, giving hushed instructions over the line.
The next evening.
Willow arrived at Jabez's office to wait for him to get off work.
"Jabez, I booked a candlelight dinner for us tonight. Let's go together once you're done."
"Alright, just give me a second." Jabez closed his files, stood up, and grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his chair.
They walked out together.
Taking the elevator down to the underground parking garage.
*Ding.*
The doors slid open. Suddenly, a tall middle-aged man lunged out from a corner. Gripping a knife, he charged straight at Jabez.
Reacting with lightning speed, Willow shoved Jabez out of the way with all her might.
"Ah!"
The woman's agonizing scream echoed through the concrete structure.
A long gash had been slashed across the back of Willow's left hand, blood pouring relentlessly from the wound.
The crimson drops hit the floor with a rhythmic *drip, drip*, sounding deafeningly clear in the silent garage.
Jabez's pupils constricted. A terrifying aura erupted from him, his eyes turning bloodshot.
Seeing he had missed his true target, the tall man turned and sprinted away.
Jabez stepped forward, raising his leg to deliver a brutal kick to the attacker, but a weak hand grabbed his arm.
"Ja... Jabez, don't chase him. My hand hurts so much. Please, get me to the hospital."
With that, Willow went limp, collapsing into his arms.
Jabez stared in the direction the man had fled with hawk-like intensity.
He scooped Willow up. As he did, a jade pendant slipped out from the collar of her shirt.
Jabez froze for a split second before sprinting to the car.
"Hang in there, Willow. I'm getting you to the hospital right now."
The woman in his arms had already lost consciousness, completely unresponsive to his words.
The black Maybach tore through the rainy night.



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