?Chapter 1506:
Her strength appeared to give out as she slumped back into the chair, sobs wracking her body without restraint.
Then, as though steeling herself with sudden resolve, Rosanna reached into her bag, withdrew a check, and mmed it down on the table with a sharp motion. Her gaze lifted — eyes gleaming with a carefully crafted mix of righteous fury and unwavering resolve.
“Officer, I am prepared to offer a reward — five million dors. It does not matter who captures him. Whoever brings this killer to justice and avenges my husband will receive every cent.”
Rosanna intended to turn the situation into a spectacle, leveraging the full force of the police and drawing bounty hunters from every corner of the city to hunt Jarrod down and erase himpletely. Only then could she sever every lingering thread that might ever lead back to her. After all, a corpse carried no secrets.
As night settled in, the rain returned with renewed force.
Hidden inside the deserted basement, Jarrod listened to the shrill police sirens echo through the streets outside, each piercing note ringing in his ears like a funeral bell tolling for him alone. He understood with brutal rity that Wront was no longer a ce he could ever appear in openly again.
The headline about the five-million-dor bounty had already spread across the inte and reached him. It was no longer justw enforcement on his trail — the underground gangs had joined the hunt. Jarrod had officially be prey.
A cold, crooked sneer tugged at his mouth as he exhaled. He reached into the corner and dragged out the long, matte-ck case streaked with age and grime. The lid snapped open, exposing theposite crossbow gleaming faintly under the dim light. He extended a hand and brushed his fingers slowly along the weapon, his stare hollowing out, slipping into something unhinged and distant.
Since the police wanted him alive and Rosanna wanted him erased, he saw no reason not to gamble everything and see his n through to the end.
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“Rosanna Morgan… Before I die, I will drag you down with me. I will make you learn what happens when you corner someone who has nothing left to lose.”
Jarrod hoisted the case over his shoulder, pulled up his hood, and steeled himself to step out.
Just as his hand touched the door, a calm, familiar face surfaced in his thoughts. Maia. She might have been the only person left who could believe he had not killed Axell — the same woman he had once wounded and disgraced.
But if he went to her now…
The idea caused his steps to stall. He remained standing in the downpour for a long stretch of time, rain soaking through his clothes. Atst, he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, anguish tightening his expression.
“No. I can’t go.”
The thought of standing in front of her again filled Jarrod with a shame so heavy it rooted him in ce. He yanked his cor higher, shielding his face, then turned away and stepped back into the curtain of rain.
In another country, after much effort, Kolton and Jimmie finally reached the oil field specified in the signed agreement.
The sun burned mercilessly above them, waves of heat rippling across barrennd. Kolton took in the towering drilling rigs and the endless rows of pumpjacks. Though outdated in appearance, he did not see rusting machinery — he saw veins of wealth, endless gold waiting to be harvested.
“Do you see it, Jimmie?”
Kolton flung his arms wide as if embracing victory, his face glowing with a feverish excitement he had not worn in years. “This is our escape. The foundation for our return. Even if we crash and burn back home, so what? With this oil field, give me less than three years and I’ll carve out an entirely new business empire right here.”
He pped a firm hand on Jimmie’s shoulder, his voice overflowing as he painted vision after vision of their future. “When that dayes, you’ll stand as one of the founders. Ten percent of thepany will be yours.”
Hope flickered unmistakably in Jimmie’s eyes, and he nodded again and again. “Thank you, Kolton. Truly.”
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