It was clear that Bonnie was highly valued by her colleagues; otherwise, they wouldn’t have deployed such significant resources.
This realization made Andreas’s eyes widen. ‘Could Bonnie be Ms. Bonita?’
The more he thought about it, the more astonished he became. Noticing Andreas’s wide-eyed stare, Bonnie turned her head to see him looking at her with a mix of awe and confusion. She touched her face, puzzled.
“Is there something on my face?”
Andreas shook his head. “No, no.”
“Then why are you looking at me like that? Did the pain make you delighted?” Bonnie found Andreas’s gaze a bit strange.
“It’s not that… I just have a question,” Andreas said.
Andreas looked at her intently for a couple of seconds before taking a deep breath and asking, “Bonnie, is your true identity Ms. Bonita?”
He had his suspicions but needed confirmation from her.
Bonnie’s eyes flickered with hesitation, unsure whether to reveal her true identity. But seeing Andreas’s injuries, she ultimately nodded.
“Yes, I am.”
Andreas’s eyes were filled with admiration and a touch of infatuation. His heart pounded even harder. “Bonnie, you’re amazing. I’ve never seen a girl excel in so many different areas.”
“Doing these things is about talent and ability, not about being a girl,” Bonnie replied nonchalantly, clearly accustomed to such compliments.
The more Andreas learned about
Bonnie, the more he liked her and was drawn to her. This feeling bad grown stronger since they met, to an almost irreversible state.
“You’re truly incredible. Don’t be too modest.”
Bonnie noticed that blood was still oozing from his wound and frowned. “You should stop talking. Whatever you need to say can wait until you’ve had treatment and recovered.
Andreas nodded weakly and said, “Alright.”
As soon as he said this, his head lolled to the side, and he passed out. Bonnie frowned again and walked over to check his pulse. Realizing his condition was worsening, she turned to Jim with a serious expression.
“We need to hurry, or it will be too late.”
“Got it,” Jim responded, quickening his pace down the mountain.
An hour later, a convoy of camouflaged off-road vehicles arrived at the gates of the imperial palace. A guard rushed inside to report.
“Your Majesty, a person claiming to be Ms. Bonita is here with many soldiers and requests to see you.”
“Ms. Bonita?!” The king was taken aback and stood up abruptly. “Wait, I’ll go see.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” The guard followed the king as he hurried outside.
At the gates, the king immediately recognized Jim, confirming Bonnie’s identity as Ms. Bonita. He quickly approached and bowed slightly to Bonnie. “Hello, Ms. Bonita. I am the king of Zudale. What brings you here from so far away?”
