Chapter 86

saw the masked young man. 

Jack who was petrified and covered cold sweat, was relieved, Jeame didn't waste time with him at all, he threw Gabriel away like a piece of trash.

That he landed on the walls, making people who witnessed this scream in horror, even Jeane was startled.

Gabriel's friends didn't wait to be turned on, they scampered to the door, knocking themselves over.

Jack was elated at the turn of events, he quickly threw some punches in the air while sitting down.

"that was a whole round of knock!" he exclaimed and started clapping, he halted when Lucy glared at him.

Jeame seeing how the young man has rough handed Jeane.

"are you okay?" he asked in concern, Jeane was too dumbfounded to notice the pain emanating from the red marks on her arm.

She suddenly comes to the realization "ah!" she moaned in pain, Jeame quickly held her tenderly and saw the red marks.

He brought a cream from his back pocket and rubbed it on her arm softly, the students around were moved, they quickly brought out their phones, and started snapping and videoing.

Jeane blushed in shyness but Jeame didn't give a damn, he kept on doing what he was doing, Jeane shifted away instinctively.

"you guys are good together!"

"Woah! new couples on Campus!"

"I envy you, Jeane!"

Those were the incessant comments coming from those surrounding them, Jeane was too embarrassed to stay, she quickly headed to the door.

Jack felt dejected because Lucy also followed, he had barely eaten anything, he stood grudgingly, but an idea popped in his head and he quickly packaged what they had bought, and followed.

Sylvester sat on a throne, the room was dimly illuminated even when it was day, most of the windows were blocked, to prevent sun rays from entering.

Suddenly heavy footfalls stomped on the marbled floor, and the door parted, a young man emerged walking with a fast gait.

Sylvester was looking bored, he used a palm to support his head, using his finger to draw imaginary lines on the throne's chair.

The young man stood before him and bowed,  "Boss, Bill has declared war on you, and he had promised to pay anyone who could fetch your head to him 10million dollars, and he also sent his finest mercenary to get you" he reported what he had discovered.

Sylvester yawned after hearing all had said, he suddenly lowered his head.

"Did, I displease you, Boss?",  he asked, having the feeling of entanglement in his heart.

" is the girl, dead?" he asked, his voice like that of the devil, suddenly beads of sweat formed on the face of the man who came to report the matter to him, and he began to shiver, fearing the worst.

"I won't repeat myself" he snorted, and the young man standing before him fell on his kneel, and buried his head in shame.

"I disappoint you, Bods, I will never fail this time, give me the