?<strong>Chapter 1214:</strong>


    Amanda’s voice grew desperate. “Please, you can still change this! Just let me go, and we can pretend none of this happened. Jayden will assume I’m dead anyway.”


    Hardy’s gaze was steely. “I follow my orders. Jayden wants proof of your death, and I intend to deliver it.”


    Tears streamed down Amanda’s face as the gravity of her fate sank in.


    For the first time, she understood that Hardy had truly severed any bond they once had, and her actions had led them to this breaking point.


    She sobbed, “Hardy, please don’t do this. I was just reckless. I’m not truly evil. Spare me, please.”


    Hardy looked at her tear-streaked face, unflinching. “Hardy isn’t even my real name. It’s a mask I wear. Did you honestly think I’d ever reveal my true identity to you?”


    Amanda’s eyes widened as the truth dawned on her.


    Before she could respond, Hardy didn’t hesitate. He fired, the shots piercing through her bulletproof vest, until the final bullet struck her chest.


    Her body shuddered, crumbling to the ground, helpless.


    Hardy stood over her, gazing down as her eyes met his, frozen in shock and despair.


    He crouched and gently closed her eyelids.


    “Still holding onto a grudge?” he murmured. “How utterly pathetic.”


    Upon reaching the new outpost, Jayden settled into his quarters and dialed Garret.


    When Garret picked up the call, he asked, “What’s going on? Need backup?”


    Jayden hesitated for a moment, then replied with a serious tone, “No, I just wanted to ask—if anything happens to me, could you get Elyse to a safe ce?”


    Hearing this, Garret chuckled lightly, “What’s this? Losing confidence in your survival skills?”


    “No, I fully intend toe back. But, you know, life’s unpredictable.”


    “If you’re aiming to return, just hang tight. I’ll arrange to blow up the target. Then you can get back to Elyse—maybe even marry her if that’s the n. In fact, I’ve got a secluded ind perfect for a honeymoon,” Garret said calmly.


    Hearing this, Jayden reached for a cigarette on the table, lighting it with a grin. “As expected of the crown prince, having the authority to deploy fighter jets.”


    “Isn’t that the fastest way to get rid of dangerous targets?” Garret retorted.


    Jayden took a drag and shook his head. “Thanks, but this is my fight. I want to settle it myself.”


    Garret sighed slightly. “You know, sometimes I think you’re a little too paranoid. You should probably talk to someone.”


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