Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk-Chapter 982: Terrorist Attack in the Slums

Jasper Sinclair couldn’t afford to think about much else; his only thought was to ensure Damien stayed alive.

Only with Damien alive could there be any hope of an antidote for the poison affecting Nora Northwood.

"Bang—"

The man pulled the trigger, firing at someone several meters away.

Damien was startled, turning back to discover Jasper Sinclair was helping her.

She cast a grateful glance his way before continuing to fend off her next attacker.

The people Jasper Sinclair brought were professionally trained, and in terms of reaction, they clearly displayed greater dexterity.

A bloody smell gradually spread through the dilapidated courtyard, mixing with the scent of wet earth.

The entire slum was shrouded in an eerie atmosphere.

Jasper Sinclair’s face was unusually indifferent; his arrival alleviated Damien’s perilous situation.

Damien’s foot slipped, nearly tripping over something hard on the ground, lowering her head to curse: "Why is there a corpse here?"

Although Jasper Sinclair arrived promptly, Damien was still severely injured.

The strength of females generally weaker than males; at this moment, her clothes were already stained red with blood.

Facing such a grave situation, she still had the mood to joke: "Jasper Sinclair, did you come here because you can’t bear to see me die?"

Jasper Sinclair had no leisure for idle chatter.

...

Half an hour later, the gunfire gradually ceased.

Jasper Sinclair fiddled with the gun in his palm, saying to his subordinates: "Count the numbers."

On the other side, Damien, enduring discomfort, moved to Jasper Sinclair’s side, "Thanks for today’s help."

"I need the antidote formula."

"Besides the antidote formula, is there nothing else you want to say to me?"

Pain tugged at Damien’s nerves; even the few short sentences depleted most of her energy. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Jasper Sinclair didn’t understand her logic; their meetings were few enough to count on one hand, and without the antidote formula, they wouldn’t have intersected—truthfully, there was little common ground between them.

"No."

Damien bypassed the topic of the antidote formula, "My brother, did he go to find you?"

Before Jasper Sinclair could answer, Damien’s body fell to the ground with a "bang," her eyes already tightly shut.

"Damien!"

Jasper Sinclair was momentarily panicked, calling out Damien’s name seriously for the first time.

An imposing aura suddenly burst forth from the man’s body.

"Ambulance, call an ambulance!"

But the roadways in the slum were intricate and confusing, preventing the ambulance from getting through.

A bodyguard stepped forward, "Boss, I’ll take her to the hospital."

"Go to the nearest hospital."

On the road to hospital treatment, Jasper Sinclair remained cloaked in a layer of gloom.

He left a portion of his people in the slum to search each room.

Jasper Sinclair clung to a hope of finding the His9 formula in some drawer or cabinet.

Tonight’s events had alerted the police.

Nora Northwood learned of the attack from the news and immediately inquired about Jasper Sinclair’s whereabouts from the bodyguards.

Information flowed between the bodyguards.

Near dawn, Nora Northwood set out from the hotel, practically racing to the hospital upon stepping out of the car.

The bodyguard followed closely behind Nora Northwood, watching her stumbling steps, afraid she’d accidentally collide with someone.