Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 339

Out of curiosity, I asked, "What's going on?"

Hannah raised her eyebrows and replied, "Hold on!"

Her slender fingers danced across the screen, clearly tapping out a message. Once she was done, she

turned to me, giggling, and asked, "So, what's Jaylan up to now?"

Eager for the scoop, I pressed, "Come on, spill it. What's he going to do?"

"Turns out he's off to pay his respects!" Hannah said, her voice dripping with disdain.

"Pay his respects?" I repeated, surprised.

"Yeah, and he's dragging along the two old Dawsons with him! He picked up a bunch of offerings and

headed out to the west end of town," she laughed exaggeratedly. "Let's see where they end up. Maybe

we'll get them to do a livestream!"

It then dawned on me that Hannah's people were always on Jaylan's tail, so catching wind of his antics

was all too normal.

With glee, Hannah added, "Seems like the old Dawson couple are really torn up about Evan’s death!"

I snorted contemptuously, "A leopard can't change its spots. They might be grieving, but they still don't

know how to act right!"

"Jaylan's guilty conscience is showing; otherwise, he wouldn't be putting on such a show today,"

Hannah said between chuckles. "Aaliyah, seriously, seeing him slumped by the wall looking all

defeated, I just couldn't take him seriously!"

"So, he's trying to ease his guilt with this memorial thing today," I snorted again.

"If only Evan could really haunt them, that'd scare the daylights out of them!" Hannah said fiercely.

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About half an hour later, the person watching them sent a video link. Hannah instantly clicked on it, a

devilish grin on her face as she leaned in close, "Aaliyah, you've got to see this. This is their live

broadcast from the memorial site!"

At her words, I quickly sat up and scooted closer to her.

She handed me her phone, saying, "I'm going to grab a stand."

She dashed back to her room and returned in a flash with a mobile phone stand.

Placing the phone on the stand and setting it on the coffee table, we sat side by side, watching the live

broadcast.

The video showed Jaylan stepping out of the car, followed by Hazel and Farley exiting from the back.

Jaylan took out a bunch of offerings from the trunk.

I scrutinized the location, which seemed to be a desolate village.

"Hard to tell where this is," I commented offhandedly.

"It's the spot where Evan was killed," Hannah promptly replied.

"It doesn't look like it," I countered, peering closer.

Pointing at the screen, Hannah explained, "The murder site is about twenty to thirty meters from here.

The angle is close to the well but more secluded, probably to avoid attention."

After Hazel got out of the car, looking a bit stiff, Farley helped Jaylan with the offerings, moving to a

darker corner that seemed eerily shadowy.

Once they had moved all the offerings, I saw Jaylan pull something else from the trunk.

I zoomed in on the screen to see that it was a photo of Evan.

Jaylan found two stones on the ground and wedged Evan's photo between them, propping it up.

Farley put a bouquet of flowers on the ground.

The camera was a bit far, so I had to zoom in to get a clearer view.

It seemed the person filming was at a distance, likely from inside a car, but the angle was quite good.

Before long, the video showed the flickering flames, casting an eerie glow on the faces of the three

figures. They must have gotten cold. Coոtent of Drаmаոovels.cоm

Jaylan kept adding more sticks to the fire, seemingly muttering something under his breath.

Sparks scattered ominously around.