Chapter 336: You're Free to Go
Jett's body sagged in the chair, his eyes vacant and filled with bone-deep despair. He'd always believed that as long as he obeyed orders, he could protect Ewan, maybe even earn them both a chance to survive. But now he realized how catastrophically wrong he'd been. Kismet was nothing but a soulless demon—anyone who stood in her way had to die.
After a long silence, Jett seemed to summon every ounce of remaining strength to lift his head and look at Charles, his gaze carrying desperate resolve: "Kismet... the blood on her hands goes far beyond what I've told you."
Charles's eyes sharpened: "Oh? What else?"
"She had Frank eliminate someone else—a regular Windsor Group employee who accidentally discovered one of her secrets. After Frank took care of it, he buried the body... buried it under the abandoned shooting range behind the training camp. Hardly anyone goes there anymore."
"What exactly was Frank to her?"
Jett paused, seeming to search through more memories, his voice hollow with regret: "Frank... he was one of the training camp's top graduates. Later, he was selected for 'Reaper'—one of their elite operatives. Then, for some reason, Oliver personally reassigned him to Kismet. From that moment on, he became completely devoted to her, doing all her dirty work."
"Frank was utterly devoted to Kismet—he was in love with her, the kind of obsessive, sick love that consumes everything. He knew what she was doing was wrong, illegal, but he was willing to sacrifice everything for her, even his life. He was the last person who would ever betray Kismet." Jett's voice carried a note of bitter irony, "And what happened to him? Even someone like that, Kismet couldn't tolerate. It looks like as long as I'm alive and Kismet knows it, I'm definitely marked for death too."
Charles listened quietly, his understanding of Kismet's ruthlessness deepening with each revelation. Watching this broken man whose eyes held nothing but despair, he spoke slowly: "You're right. However, if you're willing to cooperate, I can guarantee your information won't reach Kismet."
Jett's head shot up, a flicker of hope sparking in his eyes: "You... you're letting me go?"
"You're free."
Charles stood, gesturing to the guards outside to release Jett's restraints. "But once you leave here, where you go and what you do is none of my concern. Just remember—don't let Kismet find you again. Next time, no one will be able to save you."
The guard stepped forward and untied the ropes binding Jett.
Jett flexed his numb wrists, looking at Charles with complex emotions. He didn't say thank you, just gave Charles one long, meaningful look before turning and stumbling toward the door, disappearing into the darkness beyond. He didn't know where his future lay, but he knew he had to survive first. And maybe someday, he could seek justice for Ewan, and for all those Kismet had murdered.
Alone in the interrogation room, Charles stared at the empty chair, his expression growing more intense. The information Jett had provided, especially about the Windsor Group employee buried at the abandoned shooting range, was a crucial breakthrough. He immediately pulled out his phone and called Nathan: "Nathan, take a team to the abandoned shooting range behind the training camp immediately. Dig up a body—a Windsor Group employee, Kismet, had Frank murder. Also, find out this employee's identity and what secrets he might have discovered."
After hanging up, Charles walked to the window. The night wind brushed against his face, but it couldn't cool the fire burning in his chest. Kismet, your judgment day is truly coming.
Jett emerged from the building that had been his prison for so long. The night air, heavy with moisture from recent rain, flooded his lungs and left him momentarily disoriented.
Freedom felt both impossibly heavy and surreal in this moment. He didn't pause, didn't even dare look back at the building that had been his cage. Charles had released him, but he knew this didn't mean safety. The real danger came from that woman—Kismet.
He moved quickly down the quiet path, his steps somewhat unsteady from the physical weakness brought on by prolonged captivity and mental stress. He had to get far away from here as quickly as possible, find somewhere safe to hide, and then... then go to the hospital to see his brother!
Ewan's safety was his only remaining concern.
He avoided the main roads, sticking to unlit alleys and back streets, every step taken with extreme caution, his ears alert to catch any unusual sound around him. He knew Kismet's methods; Frank's fate was a warning he couldn't ignore. He even wondered if Charles releasing him might somehow be part of Kismet's calculation, or whether Charles's location might not be safe either.
Just as he turned a corner, about to merge onto a relatively wider back street, a figure emerged from the shadows like a specter, blocking his path.
Jett's heart seized, every hair on his body standing on end! He instinctively stopped and assumed a defensive stance, his eyes locked onto the figure.
The person slowly approached, the weak streetlight outlining their silhouette. When he could make out the face, Jett's pupils contracted sharply, and ice-cold terror shot from his feet straight to his skull!
"Is that you? Liam?" Jett's voice trembled with disbelief.
Liam Harper—someone who had once worked alongside him under Kismet. Though they weren't close friends, they knew each other. Jett never imagined he'd encounter him here!
Liam's face showed no expression, his eyes cold as steel as he looked at Jett, his tone flat and emotionless: "Jett, long time no see."
"How... how are you here?" Jett's voice was hoarse as his mind raced, searching for an escape plan. He knew Liam's capabilities—equal to his own, possibly superior. In this narrow alley, he stood no chance!
"On Ms. Vaughn's orders. Time for you to meet your maker." Liam's words were simple and direct, but carried undeniable killing intent.
Jett's heart sank to the depths of despair. "Ms. Vaughn? Kismet! How... how could she know I was here? How could she know I'd been released?" He couldn't understand it. Charles had just freed him—how had Kismet's people found him so quickly? Was there a mole in Charles's organization? Or... had Charles deliberately betrayed him? No, that didn't make sense! Charles had no reason to do that!
There was no time to think it through. Liam was already moving. His movements were lightning-fast, a gleaming blade like a viper's fang thrust straight toward Jett's chest!