"If I believe it, Iâll look like a fool,
but if I donât, I could become a sinner."
A cold sweat had already broken out on Adrian Shawâs back.
If he did nothing and something serious happened, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
"Yeah, I find it mind-boggling too,"
"but why would they want to kill you?"
Nina Jacobs took out a small bottle of styptic spray and tossed it to Adrian Shaw.
"So you came to save me?"
Adrian Shaw looked at the transparent, unlabeled spray bottle. Though his eyes showed a hint of suspicion, he used it anyway.
A fine mist settled onto the wound.
The wound, which had been stinging intensely, slowly began to feel much better.
"It was just a coincidence."
"I brought Treasure here today to get him familiar with the place."
"Treasure? The dog you brought back from Beldane Island?"
Adrian Shaw suddenly felt he ought to thank that dog.
Otherwise, he would have been dead for sure just now.
"So, what are you going to do next?"
Nina Jacobs had, in fact, been secretly protecting Adrian Shaw for the past few days.
She was waiting for him to notice.
"Report it to the base and make preparations,"
Adrian Shaw replied.
"I donât mean that. Iâm talking about Hannah Grant."
"If what she said is proven to be true, what will you do?"
âNina had indeed considered how to warn Myra Lawson about that particular matter before.â
âHer bottom line was not to expose herself.â
âShe never expected Hannah Grant to come in with such a clutch assist at this critical moment.â
âExposing herself would be foolish.â
âBut exposing Liam Grant? Now that would be brilliant.â
âBesides, she remembered that Adrian Shawâs background wasnât simple.â
"You seem very concerned about this."
Adrian Shaw turned to look at Nina Jacobs.
Before this, heâd felt that Nina Jacobs was keeping him at more than armâs length.
She never stayed long whenever he was around.
This had made him curious, prompting him to learn a few things about her.
âShe wasnât particularly helpful, willing at most to do things that required little effort.â
âShe pursued her own interests and would never get involved in anything without a benefit.â
âAnd she was extremely protective of her own.â
âHe never imagined that she would one day save his life.â
âLet alone show concern for how he would handle this situation.â
"Because itâs amusing,"
Nina Jacobs replied.
"Is Liam Grant really your ex-boyfriend?"
"Are you trying to get him back?"
Only then did Adrian Shaw remember that detail.
âNo wonder Nina Jacobs overheard Liam Grant talking while she was out walking her dog.â
âWhat the...?â
Nina Jacobs felt like she couldnât follow his train of thought at all.
"Ah, I get it now. Youâre a Scorpio."
"That sign canât stand betrayal. After a breakup, they act indifferent on the surface, but secretly theyâre keeping tabs on their ex, hoping theyâre miserable. They have an extremely strong desire for revenge."
"They might even wish for them to die without a proper burial."
"So, am I right?"
It was as if the phrase "Case closed" was written all over Adrian Shawâs face.
"You think youâre right?"
Nina Jacobs thought he was joking.
But it was obvious he wasnât.
"Donât be angry. I wonât act rashly in this matter."
"If everything she said are things that might happen in the future,"
"I wonât let this lead go cold,"
Adrian Shaw said.
"I hope so. But before any of that, youâd better make sure you stay alive."
With that, Nina Jacobs took Wayne Warner and left.
âIf they kept talking, she wasnât sure what other ridiculous conclusions Adrian Shaw might jump to.â
âSee? I hit the nail on the head.â
Watching Nina Jacobsâs departing figure, Adrian Shaw became even more certain.
âShe must have left because I struck a nerve.â
âDid my words remind her of something painful?â
Adrian Shaw looked down, holding the bottle of styptic spray.
...
ăInside the shelter.ă
Liam Grant hadnât gone out for several days straight.
The atmosphere in the room had become exceptionally strange. Even the usually preachy Mr. and Mrs. Grant had been quiet for a long time.
His mother, Susan Warner, only dared to frown silently from the side.
Her heart ached unbearably whenever she thought about the massive amount of supplies her son had stockpiled being completely looted.
Especially the supplies from the chemical plantâthat was millions of dollarsâ worth of goods!
"Liam, your sister knows she was wrong. Just let her come out and have something to eat,"
Mr. Grant said with a sigh, trying to persuade him.
It would have been better if he hadnât brought it up. The moment the trouble Hannah Grant had caused was mentioned, Liam Grantâs expression turned even uglier.
Just then, Wyatt Jacobs pushed the door open from outside and walked in.
He looked at Liam Grant and shook his head helplessly.
"We couldnât get a clean shot. Mr. Abbott finally found an opening, but someone rescued him."
"Did you get a clear look at who saved him?"
Liam Grant frowned.
âHe had ordered Wyatt Jacobs to kill Adrian Shaw.â
âBut Adrian Shaw was a Thunder Element Superpower User, and a powerful one at that.â
âHe always had members of the rescue team with him.â
âIn a frontal assault, he wasnât confident he could kill him.â
âAnd it would expose him immediately.â
"Mr. Abbott took his shot and ran. He didnât get a good look at who it was."
"Besides, that Shaw guy didnât believe her anyway. If worse comes to worst, weâll just say Hannah Grant is mentally unstable and deny everything."
Wyatt Jacobs had always thought of Hannah Grant as a troublemaker.
But the moment the words left his mouth, Susan Warner, who was standing to the side, unleashed a torrent of curses on him.
"Who the hell do you think you are, saying my daughter is mentally unstable? My son and daughter are both Superpower Users. I bet youâll never awaken a Superpower in your whole life!"
"Mom, stop it. This was Hannahâs fault in the first place."
Liam Grant was just annoyed.
He didnât notice the murderous glint in the silent Wyatt Jacobsâs eyes...
"Letâs wait for Simon to get back and ask him. Heâs been working hard leading the team these past few days,"
Mr. Grant said.
"Is killing someone really that hard? Just dump some rat poison into that Shaw guyâs food, and the jobâs done."
Susan Warner simply thought Wyatt Jacobs was too stupid to handle such a small matter.
"Donât you dare!"
"I wonât let you kill him! He hasnât done anything wrong!"
Hannah Grant, having heard the voices outside, rushed out with a weak expression on her face.
"Just look at the state of you!"
Liam Grant was filled with regret.
âHe never should have let Hannah Grant get involved with Adrian Shaw.â
âNow look. Adrian Shaw hadnât taken a liking to her, but she had gotten herself completely caught up in it.â
âTo be precise, she had gambled away all of their lives.â
"Brother, do you really think Iâm doing all this for myself?"
"Why canât you just think for a second? You canât keep going on like this!"
"Since you know his position will be extraordinary in the future, why didnât you just pledge your loyalty earlier?"
âHannah Grant didnât understand why Liam Grant wouldnât display his special nature in front of those important people.â
âShe had her own ideas.â
âIf the people at the base believed in Liam Grantâs precognitive dreams, wouldnât they treat their family like royalty from then on?â
âAdrian Shaw would surely look at her with new respect, too.â
"Liam, your sister has a point."
Susan Warner had had similar thoughts.
"Donât say another word. I wonât let something like that happen."
Liam Grant had long since regretted telling his family any of this.
Fortunately, when Simon Abbott found out, he hadnât complained at all, and had just silently taken on the responsibility of leading the team.
"Since the word is out, thereâs nothing to be done."
"Liam, you should still prepare yourself,"
Simon Abbott said when he returned that night.
"Is there really no other way?"
Liam Grant lit another cigarette. The floor was already littered with cigarette butts.
"Hannah has a point. Now that even the Superpower User Alliance is merging with the base,"
"if you gain Adrian Shawâs trust, youâre guaranteed a place in the baseâs future."
Watching Liam Grant sink into deep thought, a flicker of scorn flashed in Simon Abbottâs eyes.