Chapter 225

Ronald Wright really got into a terrible car accident, almost didn’t make it. It’s nothing like what happened in the last life—he was never even in a crash back then, let alone that serious. My mind went completely blank, like it just short-circuited. How could this happen? Meanwhile, on the other side, Jordan Bryant had just finished filming a show and handed a bank card to a man. “Ten grand.” “Thanks, Mr. Bryant!” The man took it, looking absolutely thrilled. He was the same contestant who yelled at Jordan earlier on stage. “Mr. Bryant, was I convincing enough? Your girlfriend ran straight up there to defend you—guess congratulations are in order, huh?” Jordan glanced at him and gave a polite smile. “You can go now.” His voice was calm, but there was zero warmth behind that smile. The guy clearly sensed the chill and stopped grinning, nodding quickly before sprinting off. Jordan sat quietly in his wheelchair, eyes deep like a still lake, unreadable, with a flash of cold light weaving