Filed To Story: Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel
“Mom, why are you awake at this time?!” Willow blinked.
“Worried about you, of course! Which friend were you with?” “Huh, um… Troy,” Willow answered somewhat guiltily. Anastasia’s eyes lit up in response. “Do you like Troy?”
Willow had been spending a lot of time with Troy lately, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by Anastasia. Troy came from an excellent family background, and Anastasia was satisfied with both his background and character. If Willow liked him, she would support her.
“What kind of ‘like’ are you referring to?” Willow countered, and Anastasia threw the question back at her. “That depends on your feelings for him.”
“I mean, we like each other as friends! Troy and I are like childhood friends or maybe long-lost buddies. It’s not what you think, Mom,” Willow answered graciously, leading Anastasia to smile.
Most relationships started from being friends. Anastasia wasn’t desperate to marry her daughter way either. After all, Willow was still young. It would be good if they dated for a few more years and allowed her to mature before settling down.
“Alright! Your dad and I won’t interfere. After all, you’ve grown up. But the most important thing is to remember not to put yourself in danger.” The kidnapping continued to traumatize Anastasia to this day.
Willow was her precious baby girl. All she wanted for this little one was to live a safe and peaceful life. “Got it, Mom!” Willow went up and held her mother’s arm affectionately. “You should go back to bed, Mom. I’m going to sleep too.”
“Alright, go to sleep.” Anastasia ruffled Willow’s hair and returned to her room. Willow, too, retreated to her bedroom. After closing the door, she checked the time. It was only 6.30AM. She still had to wait thirty minutes before confirming Jasper’s safety. He promised he would report his safety at that time.
Willow was beyond sleepy at that point, yawning even, yet she was determined to read Jasper’s text as the first second. Meanwhile, Bucky’s henchmen searched the entire city all night but failed to locate the two agents’ whereabouts. Naturally, Bucky, who had been waiting all night, hit the roof.
But little did they know that the person they were looking for was currently hotel they were settling in, his sniper rifle set up and aimed at their room.
Jasper adjusted the angle, kneeling on one knee with his slender fingers resting on the trigger. Death had descended upon Bucky while he angrily unleashed his wrath upon his henchmen. in the living room.
After he finished scolding and venting his anger, he lit a cigar, standing by the window. His henchmen behind him dared not make a sound after a round of scolding. They hated those two agents to the core.
Just as Bucky took his first puff of the cigar, a sudden gust of cold wind blew in the air. It happened so fast that he couldn’t react. A bullet. directly pierced through his forehead, then hit one of the henchmen behind him before coming to a stop.
“Ah! Sniper! The other henchmen instantly panicked, looking at Bucky lying dead on the ground. Naturally, they thought about escaping for their lives. However, in the midst of their panic, two more people fell to the ground.
The remaining two were drenched in a cold sweat, hiding in the darkness, not daring to take even a single step, for the sniper’s position was directly aimed at their door. There was a danger of being shot if they tried to open it. Evidently. the sniper was a formidable one. He had blocked all their escape routes.
The two henchmen wiped away their sweat and didn’t dare to make a move. Still, they had to try to escape. As a result, the two covered for each other and moved quickly together, even lifting up the couch to block the windows, preparing to flee.
“Hurry up, let’s go!” At this moment, these two henchmen only wanted to stay alive. The fear emanating from the sniper across the street. loomed over them, filling them with a sense of despair.
Jasper turned grim as he watched the two fleeing henchmen. He swiftly and neatly retracted his gun into its holster, then walked. briskly toward the elevator. Only the cleaning ladies were in the apartment at the moment. One of them accidentally knocked over a trash. can, and Jasper happened to pass by. He casually helped the cleaning lady pick up the trash can, and she couldn’t help but express her gratitude, saying, “Thank you, young man.”
Little would the cleaning lady know that a minute ago, that very young man had killed five men. Jasper quickly descended the stairs and got into his car. He had installed a tracker on all of Bucky’s vehicles. At this moment, one of the cars on his tracker was desperately trying to escape.
At that, Jasper hit the gas and pursued the vehicle. Right then, his eyes were filled with nothing but animosity.
The two henchmen didn’t know where to flee to All they knew was the further, the better. As for what to do after leaving the country, they would only figure it out after doing so.
While making a phone call to report Bucky’s death, the two henchmen fled toward the surrounding mountains before eventually entering a wastewater plant. At that, they got out of the car to catch their breath.
“I swear it had to be those two agents!” said one of the henchmen, looking disheveled. “We have to leave this country before they kill us too!” “Let’s hide here for a while and leave in the afternoon.”
“Okay! I’ll go find a place to relieve myself.” Meanwhile, the other henchman pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. Just then, he heard the sound of a car approaching. The moment he heard the approaching vehicle, death approached him as well. He saw a car rushing out of the woods and heading straight for his vehicle. Wide-eyed, he watched as the front of the car collided with him..
In the next second, he was crushed between. the two vehicles. The henchman who had gone to relieve himself heard the crash from above and quickly ran deeper into the forest. Behind him, a figure gave chase. The man wasn’t unarmed either, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to run far. He had to kill the agent to survive.
With that, he immediately took cover behind a large tree, then fired two shots toward his pursuer from behind before hiding elsewhere. However, he still lacked mental strength as he panted heavily, unable to calm down, for the person behind him was beyond intimidating. Indeed, the figure not far away remained calm and composed, just like a cheetah pursuing its prey. He had plenty of patience and endurance.
Bucky’s henchman had gone mad. The more chaotic it got, the more important it was to stay calm and rational. However, he just wanted to kill this agent quickly. Seeing a tree shaking as soon as he turned around, he immediately rushed over and fired a few shots. However, as he went on a killing spree, a black muzzle suddenly pressed against the back of his head.
“Don’t kill me!” The henchman freaked out, cold. sweat running down his face. He surrendered and turned around, only to attempt to shoot the next second. However, Jasper was faster by half a second. The trigger had already been. pulled, and Jasper skillfully avoided the bullet fired by the henchman.
Just as the assassination mission ended beautifully, an alarm sounded. Jasper pulled his phone out, stopped the buzzing, then sent a message while walking. I’m fine. Don’t worry; he sent to Willow. The alarm was also to remind him to text the young woman at 7.00AM.
True to form, Willow received his message right on time. She smiled and replied, ‘I don’t believe you. Take a selfie.’ Jasper hesitated but eventually complied with little Miss Presgrave’s demanding request. He extended his hand, took a selfie, then sent it over.
As such, Willow received a vertically oriented selfie of a man, taken from a mysterious angle but with the background of sunny, green leaves. Despite that, the man still looked handsome and compelling.
Your eyes are too intense. Can’t you be a little gentler? Smile for me, will you?’ Willow sent another message. Jasper was rendered at a loss for words. Little Miss Presgrave sure can make unreasonable demands.
At that, he let out a murky breath, adjusted his somewhat tense countenance, then smirked at the camera. After a snap, he sent it to Willow, who rolled around in bed after seeing the photo, feeling satisfied. Then, something hit her, and she asked, ‘What are you doing in the wilderness?’
I’m jogging, Jasper replied. ‘Oh, is that so? Alright, carry on! I’m going to sleep. You have no idea how sleepy I’ve been, waiting for your text, Willow texted, causing Jasper to frown. Has she been awake all this while?
‘Go sleep!’ he said. After that, he called the domestic security agency, reporting his current location and asking them to come and handle things on their end. Jasper reversed the car, and although there were some dents on the front bumper, it didn’t affect his driving. He drove straight back to the safe house.
Jasper’s phone rang while driving, and he glanced at it before answering. “Hello?” “How dare you fly solo again, you punk! How many times have I told you?” Antoine scolded from the other end. “The mission is complete.”
“That still isn’t an excuse for you to leave your teammates behind. You should know that they are an extra layer of security for you. They can provide support if something happens to you.” Antoine was genuinely concerned about his safety. “I’ve accumulated some leave days, haven’t I, Uncle?”
“Why? Do you want to take a break?” “Can you sum up the days I’ve collected over the last five years? I want to use it all up at once.”
“What?! Over the last five years?” “Yes, over the last five years.” “That means you’ll be away for three months!” “That’s it? Give me another three months. I want to take six months off! Jasper insisted.
“You rascal… Fine! Six months it is! What are you planning to do during your break?” “I won’t report anything from my personal time.” With that, he ended the call, leaving Antoine frothing at the mouth.
By the time Jasper returned to the safe house, Aimee had already been notified to report back. Of course, she had also received arrangements from the organization as well. As Jasper’s leave had become effective immediately, he didn’t need to return with her.
Her heart felt torn, aching, unwilling, and helpless, for everything but the heart could be controlled in this world. Falling in love with someone was like being intoxicated. If the love was reciprocated, there would be a cure. Contrariwise, the poison would be lethal. “Have you decided to stay by her side, Jasper? Aimee asked calmly, suppressing her heartache.
“Thank you for your hard work, Aimee. I have some personal things to take care of next,” answered Jasper. To him, the young woman was both his subordinate and his comrade. However, there was no romantic love.
Aimee suddenly closed her eyes, and tears: streamed down her face uncontrollably. “Aimee, I appreciate your support in my work. You’re a good comrade and subordinate,’ said Jasper as he handed her a piece of tissue. “I don’t want to be just your comrade or subordinate. I want…” Aimee reached out, trying to embrace him.
Jasper immediately stepped back, leaving Aimee’s hand hanging in the air. She bit her lip and withdrew her hand. Then, she turned around, grabbed her bag, and quickly left the safe house. At that moment, she realized there could never be a relationship between her and Jasper that even allowed for a hug.
Jasper sighed under his breath. He was. absolutely terrible at dealing with emotions. While eating breakfast, Willow checked her emails only to choke when she read a certain email. “Wait, has it started already?! How come I wasn’t notified?!”
Just then, her phone rang, and she answered it. “Hello?” International Cultural Heritage. “Willow, what have you been busy with lately? Why haven’t you responded?’ It was someone from the Bureau of International Cultural Heritage.
“I’m on break and didn’t see the email. Have you guys already departed?” “Yeah, we’re gathering right now. You should hurry up and join us. You can’t be absent from this expedition to Elysian Island.”
Of course, Willow couldn’t afford to be absent. This was originally a cultural heritage protection battle she had initiated within the organization. It was her mission, and it all began a year ago when she found a piece of parchment inside a domestic cultural relic.
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