Chapter 1328:


    Startled, Maia and Chris froze. They exchanged a nce before hurrying toward the sound.


    There, sitting on the grass with a dazed expression, was Ethan.


    “Ethan?” Maia eximed, stepping forward to help him up.


    But Ethan flinched away, his face pale. “No way… it can’t be…” he muttered again, shaking his head.


    Chris moved closer, quickly scanning the garden to make sure no one else was around. Thankfully, they were alone. Since Ethan was Maia’s younger brother, it shouldn’t have been a big deal.


    “Are you alright, Ethan?” Chris asked gently, extending his hand.


    The moment Ethan heard Chris’s voice, he snapped.


    His hand shot up, smacking Chris’s away.


    Then he pointed at Chris furiously. “Chris Cooper! You yboy! What are you doing to Maia?”


    Emotion overtook him. His mind refused to ept what he’d just seen—Maia, his sister, holding Chris so tightly.


    The image shattered everything he believed.


    Chris’s hand hung awkwardly in the air as he considered whether to tell Ethan the truth.


    “Ethan Watson!” Maia’s face hardened in anger. She hadn’t expected him to say something so outrageous. “Have you forgotten what I told you before the productunch? Do you even know what you just did?” She turned sharply and pointed at Chris. “Apologize to him. Now!”


    But Ethan only shook his head in disbelief. “Why are you always defending him, Maia? Your marriage—it’s fake, isn’t it? Or…” His gaze shifted to Chris. “Is it real?”


    The moment the words left his mouth, his chest tightened, and his breath caught. If their marriage was real… then what would that mean for Justiceze?


    Meanwhile, two figures finally appeared at the entrance of the banquet hall.


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    Jarrod’s face was pale, his steps unsteady, but his eyes were razor-sharp. His voice came out hoarse. “We finally made it.”


    Beside him stood a man in sunsses, silent and still. In his hand, he carried a long case. Inside was a modified hunting rifle.


    Jarrod inhaled sharply. The cold evening air left a metallic, bloody taste in his mouth. He looked back at Cohen, overwhelmed by feelings he couldn’t name. Sometimes fate worked in mysterious ways.


    Danger had trapped Jarrod earlier. He’d been certain his end was near, but then Cohen had appeared out of nowhere and rescued him.


    Later, Jarrod had believed he’d never reach the banquet to carry out his revenge. Yet again, Cohen hade through for him—not only getting him to the banquet center at Harmony za, but also providing him with a superior weapon to rece his worn-out crossbow.


    What Cohen had done for Jarrod’s father remained a mystery. Cohen kept repeating one thing, though: “The Morgan family saved my life. I owe them everything.”


    The old saying about silver linings came to Jarrod’s mind. It seemed that his luck had finally turned.


    Cohen nced his way. “Is something the matter?” His voice was barely more than a whisper. He used his left hand to pull down his cap’s brim. “You stopped. Do I have something on my face?”


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