Moses’s gaze swept over the blood on Gan Yuan’s hair, and he commanded again.
His entire being, from head to toe, radiated a murderous intent. Jessica dared not show any superfluous expressions as she grabbed the medicine box and leaned in to support Gan Yuan’s head.
This time, Gan Yuan did not struggle anymore. Whether it was using the medicated cotton or cleaning the hair, she was like a puppet, displaying neither anger, joy, nor sorrow, seemingly unfazed by pain, simply letting Jessica attend to her.
In fact, her injury was not serious—it was just a superficial cut from the sharp edge of a tin, but it bled profusely, clumping her hair together, which made it look a bit exaggerated.
As Jessica was treating the wound, Moses’s gaze shifted toward her, taking in the sight of her injury before moving away swiftly.
The car drove on a bumpy coastal road, winding past piled-up old ships, and finally stopping in an open space behind the old shipyard.
Paul glanced at his watch, "Ten more minutes."
Moses nodded slightly and leaned back against the seat.
He hadn’t slept all night and his body wasn’t as resilient as it used to be; now he too was somewhat fatigued.
Gan Yuan sat in her seat, watching the sea ahead through the windshield, her emotions as tumultuous and restless as the ocean’s waves.
She had originally thought that after helping Huangfu Jue out of trouble, she could find a temporary place to hide, then discuss and strategize with him, but instead...
The image of Huangfu Jue falling to the ground flashed before her eyes, and she couldn’t help but furrow her brow slightly.
That guy should understand that she was just acting, right?
The wound on her head was achingly sore. She relaxed her body against the back of the seat, and when her eyes met Moses’s reflection in the rearview mirror, she immediately looked away, feeling her chest tighten with pain once again.
Why would she feel sad thinking about hating him?
Indeed, he was right—her greatest flaw was being too emotional.
Even after all Moses had done, she still couldn’t forget that he was once the brother closest to her.
With a lump in her throat, she couldn’t speak, so she lifted her hand and pulled up the hood of her jacket to cover her face.
Soon, a boat sailed into the coast and stopped at the dock of the shipyard.
Several people got out of the car one after another, and Gan Yuan, without waiting for Moses to speak, followed them and got on the boat. The sea breeze teased her hair near the wound, making it hurt even more.
She raised her eyes to the receding coastline, the city where he was, getting farther and farther away.
Huangfu Jue walked out from the press conference with a grave face. Even if it was all an act, he couldn’t bring himself to speak ill of Gan Yuan. He simply made a brief introduction before leaving everything to his spokesperson.
Will, upon seeing him come out, immediately hurried over.
Turning around and moving forward, they arrived in a secluded room. Huangfu Jue turned his face toward Will, who was closing the door, and immediately asked in a stern voice.
"Miss had been to a pharmacy, and then..." Will cleared his throat, "She... she was taken away by Moses’s men. You mustn’t misunderstand, sir, I think it was because of the situation at that time. The police thought she was robbing the pharmacy, so they took out guns..."
Huangfu Jue, anxious, interrupted him, "They shot at her?!"