Love Contract

Chapter 381 Extra Story Forget That Night (Part Two)

At around six o'clock in the morning, Aisha and Jazlynn stepped out into the morning sun and rushed back to the hotel.

When they got back to the room, the first thing Jazlyn did was get the medical aid kit, hurrying to apply medicine to Aisha's wound.

Aisha tore off her leather jacket and exposed her injured arm with no expression of pain or worry on her face. She was utterly blank.

"Boss," Jazlyn frowned with a cotton bud in her hand, "are you all right?"

"It's nothing," Aisha said shaking her head as she let Jazlyn wipe down the long wound for her.

"Corbett has found about us now. Also, we fought with them at the pier," Jazlyn started, her concern clear in her voice. "Will the headquarters order us to go back?"

"It wasn't that serious." Aisha smiled and said, "At most, I think they're just going to order us to write a report."

Jazlyn bit her lips and snorted, "Someone like Corbett should be wanted in Red Notice. Just a Green Notice is not enough. Why did they specifically ask us to just keep an eye on him. I can't bear it."

"Well, he is a powerful man and doesn't break the law himself," Aisha responded. "If he hadn't been trading illegal goods so blatantly and out in the open this time, we wouldn't have had anything to go off and we wouldn't have gotten into a tussle with him."

Jazlyn shook her head helplessly and clumsily wrapped Aisha's wound with gauze.

"It's so ugly. Last time you got injured, your bandage was perfect. I thought you were really good at bandaging! Why does it seem that your bandaging skills have regressed?"

Jazlyn blushed. "I was not the one who bandaged myself last time."

"Ah! I see!" Aisha nodded and smiled, "Got it. It must've been Lucas Murong who did it for you! He bandaged your wound and detoxified you. Yikes! Are you considering being with him?"

Jazlyn pulled a long face. "It was just an accident between us! There is nothing special between me and him."

"Isn't he good?"

"Not really!" Jazlyn scoffed, "He's so hateful! I wouldn't be with him even if he was the last man on earth!"

Aisha shrugged and stood up without saying anything more. It was none of her business to dig around her subordinate's private life.

"Boss, what about you?" Jazlyn asked, "What's going on between you and Archer?"

"No comment! Archer and I just met by chance." Aisha walked to the bedroom and said, "My body hurts. I'm going to bed now."

Jazlyn sighed imperceptibly.

Their jobs did not allow them to live freely.

"Ring...Ring...Ring..."

Aisha's phone rang. She was on her way to her room to get some sleep when she grabbed the phone and answered, "Hello? What's the matter?"

"Paul was injured when we were laying cover fire. He's been hit in the chest, close to the heart. We can't take the bullet out ourselves." "We can't take him to the hospital right now either," another policeman said anxiously, "What should we do?"

Aisha's brows furrowed. She paused for a moment and continued, "Contact the local police and ask them to arrange a surgery for him at the hospital! It might be a little problematic but it's the best option we have."

Jazlyn heard the conversation and leapt off the sofa and ran to Aisha. "What's wrong?"

"Paul was shot and needs an operation," Aisha said quickly, turning back to the phone call. "Where are you now?"

"We're still on the way to Paul's apartment." Suddenly, the voice on the other end got more agitated and anxious. "Paul! Stay with me! Paul!"

Jazlyn was stunned, but an idea soon came to her. "Boss, let them come here! Lucas, Lucas is a doctor!" she said urgently.

Aisha's mind was in a mess and all turned around. She spoke into the phone without really thinking about it, "Come to my suite right now."

Jazlyn grabbed the car keys off the table, shouting as she rushed out, "I'm going to find Lucas. Boss, you stay here to receive Paul."

"Ring...Ring...Ring..."

Lucas was sound asleep when the phone beside him began ringing like a nagging, shrill woman.

"Ah!" he grunted in annoyance. He turned over in bed, frowning with one eye open and picked up the phone. "Who the hell is this? You woke me up! This better be really important!"

Jazlyn rolled her eyes and shouted into the phone,

"Lucas! Show some respect! Where are you? Get out of bed now!" "Jazlyn? Is that you?" Lucas suddenly snapped out of his dreamy state and sat up straight. He shouted back at her, "Are you crazy? Are you really this horny so early in the morning?"

"A friend of mine is injured," Jazlyn explained calmly, doing her best to restrain her natural impulse to tear into him. "He was shot in the chest, close to his heart. He's in serious danger!"

"Wait, what? Really?" Lucas stopped his usual joking and a stern look overtook him. "Hurry and send your friend to the hospital for surgery!"

"If I could do that, why would I be calling you? I need you to do it!" Jazlyn roared with anger, frustrated with Lucas. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He gripped the phone tight in his hand and said, "No. 30, Jingle Road. You'd better get here fast."

"Got it. On the way." Jazlyn quickly hung up and stepped down on the accelerator. The car charged ahead to Lucas' apartment, like an arrow launched from the bow.

Lucas got out of bed and rinsed his face with cold water before he began preparing his box of medical supplies.

He ran downstairs and saw Jazlyn's car already rushing up.

He opened the door and got in. Without a word, Jazlyn sped off again, rushing for the hotel.

"Who the hell are you, Jazlyn?" Lucas asked, biting down hard. He wasn't sure how he felt.

Jazlyn gripped the steering wheel firmly and answered, "It's best you not know."

It was rush hour when they drove to the hotel. Jazlyn drove like a madman, flicking the car here and there and speeding along every street. It was like being in a real life version of "The Fast and The Furious".

'This woman's crazy!' Lucas cursed in his mind, sitting still, petrified and holding on to the handle for his life.

"Get out!"

Jazlyn yelled when they got to the hotel gate, pulling Lucas out of the car and aggressively dragging him all the way up.

"I can walk on my own! Let go of me!" Lucas trudged on, his medical kit in hand, looking miserable and overwhelmed.

"Ma'am, your car..." a doorman said when he came over.

Jazlyn threw him the key. "Park it for me please. Thanks."

"Well... All right, Ma'am."

Paul had just gotten to the hotel room. The tall man with blond hair and blue eyes had fallen into a coma. His lips were pale and his clothes were soaked in his blood.