At that moment, an unusual sound came from the window.
Jasper Bollock's eyes narrowed, as he picked up the handgun that lay on the table and pointed it at the window.
The window was pushed open, and a pair of slender hands climbed up.
Jasper Bollock furrowed his brows, and soon after, he saw a head of short red hair.
Below the short hair, a radiant smile was revealed.
"HI, long time no see."
Evelyn Crawford waved to Jasper Bollock.
Jasper Bollock's hand, which was gripping the handgun tightly, relaxed slightly as he asked in astonishment, "What are you doing here?"
"Of course, I came to find you." Evelyn Crawford climbed in from the window.
Her feet landed lightly on the floor, as she dusted off her clothes and winked at Jasper Bollock, "Don't you think it's very ungentlemanly of you to point a handgun at a beautiful woman?"
"How did you get in?" Jasper Bollock set down the handgun, walked over to the window, and looked down at the patrolling soldiers.
