Chapter 293

"Ms. Jean, think carefully. Have you angered anyone recently?" the officer pressed.

Shermaine ran through possibilities. Jameson’s mistress was certainly suspicious, but she had already ruled her out. Back overseas, Shermaine had always kept a low profile and hadn’t made any real enemies.

But soon, she remembered something. Back in June, she had saved Richard in Rodunst. At that time, he had been targeted by an assassin.

She thought, Could it be because I saved Richard and ruined the assassin’s mission? And now he has targeted me instead?

‘That’s definitely possible. Plus, there were so many reporters at the scene. It wouldn’t have been hard for the assassin to trace my identity!

Shermaine answered calmly, “Yes, there is someone.”

The officer continued, “Who was it?”

Shermaine told them exactly what happened. If this was the assassin, his caution made sense–dodging cameras, leaving zero traces.

“We’ll assign a protective detail,” the officer offered.

Shermaine declined. “No, thanks.”

“You’re not afraid?”

“No.”

“For your safety, we have to protect you.”

Shermaine turned down the offer again, and the officer didn’t push further. He knew her family background was impressive. Even without police protection, her family would arrange for bodyguards after such an incident.

By the time Joshua arrived, the police had left, but Lorenzo, the eyewitness, was still there.

Joshua’s presence was overwhelming, a caliber Lorenzo knew he could never match. The man was Shermaine’s fiancé, and they fit together seamlessly, like two halves of a perfect whole.

Lorenzo had no ulterior motives. “Shermaine, I’ll head out.”

“Sure,” Shermaine said. “My offer stands anytime.”

With a faint smile, Lorenzo left. He didn’t live on campus. He had only dropped by to check on his freshman cousin per family request. If he ever needed Shermaine’s help, he wouldn’t hesitate.

Shermaine had planned to stay in the dorm tonight, but with Joshua here, she opted for their nearby home instead.

Back at their place, Shermaine sipped on lobster soup, rich and full of flavor.

Joshua grilled her about the attack. At the word “assassin,” his frown deepened. “I’m assigning you a bodyguard.”

“Waste of resources,” Shermaine chuckled.

Joshua frowned, “Sheary, I can’t rest easy.”

Shermaine raised a brow. “You’ve seen what I can do.” When they were in Xenhall, she had even taken down a serpent.

"I know."

"Then stop worrying."

True, Shermaine had outmaneuvered threats before, like Wendelyn and Kingston. But Joshua couldn’t help it. She meant everything to him. Not being able to watch over her constantly made him uneasy, especially now that this new threat was clearly a trained killer.

This time was different. A professional killer was much more dangerous than those people Shermaine had faced before.

Joshua’s jaw tightened. “I can’t just sit back when someone is targeting you.”

Shermaine understood his concern. “Then help the police speed things up. Basterel is your territory, after all. What could possibly happen to me under your watch?” She smirked, reaching up to gently scratch his jawline. “What would people say if they knew you were so cautious?”

“Let them talk,” Joshua said. “Your safety is all that matters.”