Chapter 1308
At the desk a short distance away, Julian Lancaster was dressed in a perfectly ironed light gray dress shirt, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He looked polished and composed.
His fingers typed rhythmically on his laptop keyboard, handling the follow-up documents from a cross-border video conference. Despite his focus, he still found a moment to look up toward the sofa and gently advise, “Serena, get some rest after you eat. The finals are at dawn; don’t push yourself to the breaking point p>
“Got it, Julian,” Serena replied, taking another bite of the apple.
Nicholas glanced at the sleepy, relaxed girl. He picked up a towel he had prepared earlier, stood up, walked behind the sofa, and naturally began drying her damp hair.
His movements were practiced and gentle.
“You’ll catch a cold if you don’t dry your hair properly p>
Serena gave a lazy “Mhm” and sank deeper into the cushions, looking equal parts docile and indifferent.
Jerrick glared intensely at the man’s hands running through his sister’s hair, his brow knitting into a tight knot.
As if sensing the hostility, Nicholas smiled pleasantly at Jerrick. “Jerrick, could you grab the hairdryer? Serena hates blow-drying her hair, but sleeping with it wet gives her migraines. We really need to get it dry p>
Jerrick’s temple throbbed.
The audacity of this guy, ordering him around.
But seeing how comfortable Serena looked under the man’s attentive care, Jerrick swallowed his irritation toward Nicholas, stood up, and retrieved the hairdryer.
The atmosphere was actually growing quite cozy.
But suddenly, Serena who had been enjoying Nicholas’s pampering with her eyes half-closed-paused mid-bite.
Almost simultaneously.
Jerrick’s expression turned lethal as his head snapped to the side.
Nicholas’s mesmerizing eyes narrowed sharply, a sliver of cold danger flashing in their depths.
Julian’s fingers stopped typing. He slowly raised his head, the gaze behind his gold- rimmed glasses turning dark.
All four of them locked their eyes on the floor-to-ceiling window.
Outside was the glittering skyline of Severia’s capital. The dawn was breaking, but the city was still deep in slumber.
Yet, outside this thirty-seventh-floor window, a dark figure was hanging upside down
in an incredibly unnatural position.
The figure wore a sleek black
tactical suit that highlighted a lean
muscular build, and a silver mask
obscured his face.
Holding a specialized, compact glass cutter, he was silently carving a perfectly even
circle into the bulletproof glass.
His movements were fluid and practiced.
As the glass separated, not a single sound echoed in the room.
Beneath the mask, the man’s lips curled into a manic grin.
He was happily running the numbers in his head.
Thirty billion dollars!
Once he finished this job, he could buy that pink sandy island for his sister immediately!
He already had the script mapped out in his head-eliminate the target today, fly to the auction tomorrow, and stam the island’s property deed in front of his precious sister the day after.
*Serena, this is a welcome gift from me p>
Then his timid, well-behaved, incredibly delicate sister who had suffered so much in the backcountry would joyfully throw herself into his
armis. ne
Heh heh heh.
Jasper let out a highly unhinged mental laugh.
With a flick of his wrist, the cutter completed its final arc on the glass.
The circular pane was quietly removed, leaving a hole just large enough for a person to slip through.
The night wind rushed in, making the curtains on either side of the window flutter.
Jasper smirked, pocketed his tools, and flipped through the opening with breathtaking agility.