Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

Little did Tina and Jared seem to notice, acting as if Jasmine wasn’t holding a human life in her hands, but an orange instead!

Jasmine’s knife dug deeper, “Jared, you are the captain of the special squad at Bureau X, watching a hostage die before your eyes-are you ready to give up your future?”

Jasmine was certain that Jared would not let the hostage be killed.

That’s how the people at Bureau X were, cherishing even a dog’s life.

How laughable.

Because of this, they had missed many opportunities to encircle GTO.

Thinking this, Jasmine’s smile deepened.

Tina yawned and sat next to Jared, leaning on his shoulder, “Stop playing, let’s wrap this up.”

Jasmine frowned deeply. What did that mean?

Just then, the plump waiter indignantly said, “Hmph, I kindly came to bring you a drink, and this is how you treat me!”

Before Jasmine could react, the waiter grabbed her ankle, lifted her into the air, and then slammed her heavily onto the ground.

“Ah!” Jasmine groaned.

Already poisoned, this fall fractured her in several places.

Tina frowned, “Fatty, be gentle, if she dies, you’ll pay with your life!”

Jasmine was an important figure, the second in command of GTO, and held many secrets. Her death would be a costly loss.

Fatty removed his waiter’s vest and took a soft whip from his waist, binding Jasmine tightly like tying a crab.

“Don’t worry, Serena, I know what I’m doing.”

It was fresh money, after all, he wouldn’t kill her.

Dead crabs and fresh crabs, the price difference was substantial!

Seeing the bounty nearly in his hands, Fatty’s eyes nearly turned into coins.

A bounty ten times larger than Wraith’s-how would he spend it!

“Mr. Farrell, you are the captain of Bureau X’s special squad, isn’t handing over the person enough? Should I collect the bounty from you?” Fatty pushed Jasmine along, happily looking at Jared.

Jared gazed at Jasmine, his eyes deep as ancient wells, quietly drooping, “No, give it to Serena.”

Jasmine, already semi-conscious, heard Jared say this, and her last hope vanished.

Fatty’s hope vanished too.

What a joke, hand it to Serena, wouldn’t that mean he couldn’t get the money?

Serena was notoriously stingy, something known all over the internet, infamous for a dispute over a thousand dollars with her master, now known worldwide!

Their fans were constantly demanding payments!

Fatty’s face fell, “Serena, you’re really taking this person?”

Meaning, you’re really not paying him?

Jared watched Tina with interest, curious to see if their own Tina was really that stingy!

Tina: Yes, I am that stingy.

But, she couldn’t mistreat her own people.

Tina stood up, struck Jasmine with a hand chop, knocking her out completely, “I’ll take her, and the bounty-”Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

She turned her head, her delicate finger pointing at her uncle, “He’ll pay.”

Jared: … I shouldn’t have watched this spectacle!

Tina: Feel free to come back next time!

Upon hearing there was a bounty, Fatty’s mournful face immediately turned to joy, “Long live!”

Jared sighed, pulling a card from his pocket that already had Jasmine’s bounty loaded onto it, “Take it, the PIN is Tina’s birthday.”

Fatty blinked, “Captain Farrell, what did you say?”

Jared’s narrow eyes squinted, a faint smile flashing across them, “The password is Tina’s birthday.”

Fatty, “…”

Damn!

Who the hell knows Serena’s birthday!

Even she doesn’t know it, right?

They’re playing me!

Of course, Fatty could only scream this in his heart.

Jared patted Fatty on the shoulder, “It’s okay if you can’t withdraw the money, I have another task for you. Once it’s done, the reward will be doubled.”

Fatty’s eyes lit up, grinning, “Captain Farrell, go on.”

Jared’s gaze darkened slightly, “Continue using your bounty hunter identity to hunt down Mr. White.”

Fatty paused, but didn’t ask further.

He was a smart man; he knew the score when Tina took over the Mr. White case.

“Alright, I’ll do as you say,” Fatty handed Jasmine to Tina, “Serena, I’ll be leaving then.”

Tina nodded.

Fatty still didn’t want to leave, “Serena, I’m really going now!”

Tina pinched the bridge of her nose, somewhat speechless at this money-grubbing brother, “Go ask Cole for some pocket money, and get out of here!”

“Got it!” Fatty disappeared in a flash, as if he’d never been there.

Tina also handed Mr. White over to Jayden, who was undercover among the journalists, to be taken back to Mountain Veil Order for detention.

With everything taken care of and the press conference nearing its end, Jared went back on stage to speak briefly before concluding the event.

After leaving the venue, Jared received a call from Christopher Parr.

“Boss,” Jared turned on the speakerphone.

“Can you talk?” Christopher Parr’s voice sounded slightly muffled and a bit angry, though not overtly.

Jared glanced at Tina, “Yes, I can talk.”

Christopher Parr sighed, “Your fiancee, is she called Tina?”

“Yes,” Jared unconsciously tightened his grip on Tina’s hand, his brow furrowing slightly.

“Has she been working with Paula White on that new bomb lately?” Christopher Parr inquired.

Upon hearing this, a haze clouded Tina’s eyes.

As expected, the agency had indeed set their sights on the new bomb development.

“Yes,” Jared didn’t deny it, knowing that Christopher Parr wouldn’t ask unless he already knew.

The last time Hayden went to headquarters to fetch documents, it required Christopher Parr’s authorization; it was no surprise he knew.

Christopher Parr exhaled sharply, his anger becoming more evident, “Why wasn’t this reported to the agency! Jared, you’re really getting bolder!”

Jared’s voice was cool, “My fiancee isn’t part of the agency; even if she were researching the moon, she wouldn’t need to report to the agency.”

“It’s a new bomb! It concerns the GTO, and your failure to report it is negligence.” Christopher Parr bellowed, then regained his composure, “Alright, I don’t want to argue about this. Write up a self-criticism and submit it. I’ll explain things there, but you need to take some concrete action to give me something to report!”

Jared chuckled dryly, “What do you mean by ‘concrete action’?”

Christopher Parr tapped on the table as he spoke, “Have your fiancee hand over the bomb research patent to the agency. She can profit from it, but the new bomb must be controlled by the agency, understood?”

Jared and Tina exchanged glances, the corners of their lips slowly curling into a knowing smile, “I’ll discuss it with her.”