Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 167: Jett Sterling, Forget Me

Hearing his shout, the shadowy figure froze.

He stood still for several seconds before slowly turning to look at Jett Sterling.

A low voice came from his throat: "Are you calling me?"

Though Jett couldn’t see the person’s face, he could tell it was a man.

But he still refused to give up, pacing over toward the person.

His heart twisted into a knot.

Even though this person was dressed in men’s clothes, the silhouette felt so familiar.

He walked up to the man’s side, sizing him up from head to toe, his tone low: "Have we met somewhere before?"

The man wore a black mask and black sunglasses, making it impossible for Jett to read his expression.

All he saw was the man’s hands unconsciously clenching into fists.

Several seconds passed before he spoke: "Sorry, I don’t think I know you."

Jett took out the gourd-shaped diamond necklace from his pocket and opened his palm.

His gaze fixed on the person as he asked, "Is this your necklace?"

He’d picked it up in the hotel room after getting drunk.

It was exactly the same as the necklace he’d given Chloe Nash.

Even though he knew that many people wore this brand’s necklace, he still clung to a sliver of hope.

The man stared at the necklace in Jett’s hand for several seconds, then said calmly, "Sir, I never wear necklaces. You’ve made a mistake. I have something to do, so I’ll be going."

Just as he was about to turn and leave, Jett lunged in front of him.

He reached out to pull off the man’s mask.

But the man dodged nimbly.

The man grabbed Jett’s wrist with a cold edge in his voice.

"Don’t you think that’s rather rude?"

Jett’s wrist hurt from how tightly he was being held. Chloe would never have such strength, but he still wouldn’t give up: "I just want to see if you’re the one I’m looking for."

The man replied without hesitation, "We don’t know each other, and I’m not the one you’re looking for. Please mind yourself."

"If you’re really not, then let me see your face, so I can finally give up."

With that, Jett broke free from the man’s grip and again tried to pull off his mask.

This time, he succeeded.

But the face before him was covered in scars.

Jett couldn’t even make out the man’s features.

Seeing this, Jett was completely stunned.

A hoarse sound escaped his throat: "How did this happen?"

The man snatched back the mask and quickly put it on, his tone tinged with anger: "There, you’ve seen me. I’m obviously not the person you’re looking for. Now can you give up?"

With that, he quickly put on the mask, turned, and hurried toward the parking lot.

Looking at that all-too-familiar back, Jett’s eyes grew moist.

"Chloe, why isn’t it you."

He clutched the necklace tightly in his hand, a searing pain splitting through his chest.

The man hurried into the car, sat in the driver’s seat, and took off his sunglasses.

Those beautiful eyes were already brimming with tears.

He looked at Jett, who was standing dazed in the rearview mirror, and his voice returned to that of a woman.

"Jett Sterling, just think of me as dead."

No matter who he used to be, no matter what love or hate he’d experienced, all he knew was that now he was an assassin of The Nightingale Alliance. His life and death were not his to control.

Lost in his pain, his phone suddenly rang.

A man’s cold voice came from the other end: "Nightingale, I’ve uploaded your new mission to your system. Complete it without fail."

"Yes, Lord."

"I’m the one who saved you. Your life and death are mine to decide. Don’t ever think of leaving me."

"I understand."

From the moment he woke up, he knew his life no longer belonged to himself.

The rules of The Nightingale Alliance: once you join, you never leave for the rest of your life.

Unless you die.

He slowly peeled off the scars from his face, revealing a cold and delicate visage.

Looking at Jett in the rearview mirror, he said, "Jett Sterling, forget me. We can never be together again."

With that, he floored the gas and sped away.

——

Chloe Nash had died on the battlefield, and the Chloe Nash now was Sienna Paxton, missing for five years. When this news broke, some were delighted, some in pain, and others went mad with jealousy.

Stella Sterling saw the news and, furious, smashed her glass hard against the floor.

She’d never imagined things would turn out this way.

She used to think that with Sienna dead, even if Silas eventually forgot her, time would make him forget. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

She still had a shot at getting close to him.

But only now did she realize, Silas had long suspected that Chloe was Sienna—this was why he’d been so good to her.

Why?!

Sienna was gone for five years, even came back with a different face, yet Silas still loved her that much.

Her mother had already been sent to prison by Silas, her brother gave her the cold shoulder, and even her father—who’d always treated her like a princess—didn’t favor her like before.

All of this was because of Sienna.

If not for Sienna, Silas would be hers; if not for Sienna, her mother wouldn’t be in prison.

Enraged, Stella grabbed a bottle and poured herself another drink, downing it in one go.

The red wine ran from the corner of her lips down to her chest.

While she was brooding, Damien Prescott sauntered over with a glass in hand.

He whistled at her: "Why is the Sterling princess drinking alone? Where are your little lackeys?"

Stella shot him a glare: "And who are you to laugh at me? The Prescott Family is just being dominated by your older brother—you can’t even get on the board."

Damien gave a careless laugh: "That’s going to change soon, as long as we work together."

Stella took a sip and asked, "What’s in it for me if I work with you?"

"You’re not the Sterling heiress you used to be. Your mom’s a murderer. Even without Sienna, Silas would never marry you. Why not consider teaming up with me? Together, we go after Silas, take his power, break him up with Sienna. When that’s done, getting Silas for yourself will be a piece of cake."

Hearing this, Stella wavered: "How exactly would we work together?"

Damien leaned in and whispered a few words in her ear, the gloom on Stella’s face slowly giving way to a look of delight.