Chapter 470 Who Else Could It Be (1/2)

”What the hell, guys? You are all still so young, and a long life ahead of you! So how dare you intentionally hit someone else's car? Do you really want to die? Aren't you afraid of death? Do you think you all are Iron Man? Well, guess what? I think you all are just mad men! Have you ever thought about what your family would be like if something happened to you? Do you have any brains at all? If you really want to die, don't include other people!” Finally, Jean let go of the man's collar with a hard push. She gave them a vicious look before stepping out of the van.

As soon as she stepped out of the van, she walked over to Toby who looked at her as if she wasn't easy to deal with. ”Take over, Toby. Ask them information about their boss or whoever sent them to hit our car. Make sure you get something out of those scumbags,” Jean instructed.

”Yes, Mrs. Jean,” Toby said with a nod.

After ordering Toby, Jean stepped aside and felt like retching. She had been feeling like wanting to gag as the scent of fresh blood filled the air, making her stomach uncomfortable.

In addition, her heart almost jumped out of her chest from the violent impact moments ago.

She turned toward the fence and retched. After a while of trying to vomit, nothing came out. Then she remembered that Moore was still in their car, so she hurriedly moved towards the car, despite the feeling of wanting to retch.

As she hastily walked, Jean felt downtrodden by the fact that Moore was injured again. She could not help but scold herself and yell profanities in her mind. 'Oh, was I jinxed? Or am I just a magnet of unfortunate events?

I can't believe that Moore always had some bad luck ever since he met me, considering that he always gets into accidents whenever he is with me. What's wrong with me?' She stopped and heaved a deep sorrowful sigh before walking again.

Jean thought about the previous events and how they just came to pick up Moore's luggage. It would have been easy as well if they just merely met Gary, but how could they also meet a group of outlaws?

'Wait! Now that we had met Gary first, then it is certainly not a coincidence for that group of people to appear as well...' Jean's train of thought was interrupted as she already reached the car.

She shook her head and sighed once more before getting in their car. She looked at Moore with a completely worried look. ”Moore, I know this is insensitive of me to ask, but how are you feeling now?

Toby already called an ambulance. Just keep holding on, okay? I'm sure help will be here any moment now.”

Seeing how worried Jean was of him, Moore gave her an assuring smile. ”I'm all right.” He paused and tried to sit up. His eyebrows furrowed, and a few grunts were heard as he moved. Jean looked more worried seeing Moore in pain. He then looked at her once more with a reassuring smile. ”I was only stabbed by a few pieces of broken glass. Don't worry. It's just a minor injury. As long as we go to the hospital to get the wound dressed, I'll be fine.”

Jean's sorrow faded a bit. Hearing Moore's words, she heaved a sigh of relief.

But then she frowned again, making Moore confused. ”I'm sorry. If you haven't been there to protect me, I would also have been stabbed. However, if I hadn't accompanied you here, you might not have gotten hurt. I'm sorry, Moore, for getting you in trouble.” Jean couldn't look at Moore, now that she was starting to feel guilty.

”What nonsense are you talking about?” Moore replied at once, feeling strength regaining inside of him. ”To be honest, you got involved into this accident because of me. I am the target of these people today, so don't you ever feel sorry or guilty about it. For all we know, I'm supposed to be the one apologizing for getting you involved in the middle of all this.”

Jean's eyes widened in surprise and confusion. ”What do you mean you're the target? How did you know?”