Chapter 337: Another One Dead
Jett's reflexes kicked in just as quickly—he twisted sideways and stumbled backward, barely avoiding the lethal strike. The blade sliced through air, bringing with it a gust of cold wind.
"I did everything Kismet asked! Why is she still trying to kill me?!" Jett dodged frantically while roaring, his voice raw with fury and desperation.
Liam remained silent, but his assault intensified. The dagger rained down like a violent storm, each strike aimed to kill. He had one objective—eliminate Jett.
Jett fought back with everything he had. He didn't want to die—he still needed to see Ewan, he had to survive! However, the prolonged captivity had weakened his body, and the shock and panic clouded his judgment. Gradually, he found himself losing ground.
A dull thud echoed through the alley as the blade found its mark, sliding deep into Jett's abdomen.
Jett's movements came to an abrupt halt. He looked down at the dagger protruding from his stomach, blood gushing out in dark streams, staining his prison uniform crimson. Excruciating pain shot through his entire body.
He lifted his head, staring at Liam in complete disbelief, his eyes filled with confusion and profound bewilderment: "Why... how did she... know..."
Liam's expression remained emotionless as he yanked out the blade, sending a spray of blood arcing through the air. He watched Jett slowly collapse, not a trace of mercy in his cold gaze.
Jett hit the frozen pavement, his life force ebbing away with each drop of blood. His vision began to blur, consciousness fading, but his eyes remained wide open, fixed on the darkness at the far end of the alley. He couldn't understand—he had been so careful, had just gained his freedom—how had he been exposed so quickly? How did Kismet know? This question would remain with him for eternity.
He died with his eyes wide open.
Liam confirmed that Jett had stopped breathing, swiftly concealed his weapon, glanced once at the corpse, then melted back into the shadows as silently as he had appeared. Only Jett's body remained, lying in the cold rain, blood spreading across the pavement before being washed away, leaving only faint traces behind.
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"What? Jett's dead?"
Charles received Nathan's call while en route to the mountain road crash site. The news hit him like a physical blow—his grip tightened on the phone, his face instantly darkening, shock and disbelief flashing in his eyes.
"Yes, Mr. Windsor. Our people just found his body in an alley near the safe house. Single stab wound, clean and professional. Based on the scene, the time of death was less than thirty minutes ago."
Charles's mind raced, a storm of implications crashing through his thoughts.
Jett had just been released—only he, Nathan, and Emily knew about it! How could Kismet's people have found and silenced Jett so quickly? It was impossible!
A terrifying realization dawned on Charles: there was a mole. Someone close to him was feeding information to Kismet.
This insider not only knew where Jett had been held, but also knew exactly when he was released, and had immediately passed that intelligence to Kismet!
"Any leads on who did it?" Charles's voice could have frozen ice.
"The scene didn't yield much, but based on a vague witness description and the wound pattern, it was likely someone from 'Reaper.'" Nathan's tone was grim.
Charles's gaze sharpened. "Kismet's reach is longer than I thought."
He ended Nathan's call, the chill in his chest deepening. A mole! This hidden traitor was like a ticking time bomb, capable of delivering a fatal blow at any moment. Who could it be? A company executive? Someone in his inner circle? Nathan? Or another seemingly loyal subordinate?
As Charles grappled with Jett's death and the mole problem, his phone rang again urgently. This time, it was the hospital.
Charles's heart lurched with dread. He answered immediately.
"Mr. Windsor? Thank God! Something terrible has happened! The patient you brought in—he's been attacked in his room!" The voice belonged to the hospital's attending physician, panic evident in every word.
"What?!" Charles shot to his feet as if struck by lightning. "What happened? How is he?"
"The attacker was a professional—took down the guards at the door, broke into the room, and stabbed the patient! We got there just in time, and the attacker fled, but the patient... his condition has worsened significantly. He's in surgery now!"
An icy wave crashed over Charles from head to toe, leaving him frozen.
Ewan had been attacked too!
Kismet! It was Kismet again!
She not only knew Jett was in his custody, but also knew exactly which hospital, which room Ewan was in!
This was no coincidence.
If Jett's death could be explained by having a mole in his organization, then the leak of Ewan's hospital room information confirmed it beyond doubt. Moreover, this mole had high-level clearance—access to core security deployments and personnel information.
How many spies did Kismet have planted around him? Who was this traitor?!
Charles's eyes blazed with the fury of an erupting volcano, filled with icy killing intent and bone-deep rage. He felt trapped in a vast web, with Kismet as the spider. And that hidden mole was the most lethal strand in her trap.
He had to identify this traitor quickly, or everyone around him would be in danger, and his plans would crumble.
But who could it be?
Familiar faces flashed rapidly through Charles's mind—each one had seemed so normal, so loyal. But now, every face appeared suspicious.
Was it his longtime right-hand man, steady and dependable?
Or one of the company veterans? Perhaps some seemingly insignificant secretary or driver?
Charles took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. He needed someone he could absolutely trust to help analyze this nightmare scenario. Without hesitation, he dialed Emily's number.
Charles's voice carried barely suppressed exhaustion and gravity: "Emily, Jett is dead."
Emily was clearly stunned on the other end, followed by incredulous shock: "What? How could... You just released him, didn't you?"
"Less than thirty minutes after he left, he was silenced. What's worse, the hospital called—Ewan was attacked in his room too. He's in surgery now."
"What? Was it Kismet? Has she lost her mind?"
"She seems to know our every move. Emily, we have a mole. Jett's holding location, his release time, Ewan's room information—all of this was highly classified. Only a few of us knew."