As he burst through the door, Lyle casually tossed aside two bodyguards, who now lay unconscious on the floor. Bodies were scattered behind him, all motionless.
"It... It's you!" Jasper's expression froze as he looked at Lyle and the fallen figures behind him. He had suspected Lyle might be tailing him. This was why he had assembled his best bodyguards, all former elite soldiers, each equivalent to five men in skill. Yet, Lyle had knocked them all down without even making a sound.
Jasper swallowed hard, his body trembling slightly as he tried to collect his thoughts on the next move.
Meanwhile, Yvette stared in disbelief. "Ly... Lyle? Is it you?" The glass in her hand shattered on the ground. Tears streamed down her face. Eight years of yearning and grievances burst forth like a dam bre
