Untouchable

Untouchable - Chapter 7

Chapter 7:
Jealousy's the word, but she's clueless about it.

Engfa

Lingling knocked on the door with urgency, her voice firm as she called out, "Police! Mr. Wan Chaiyaporn, open the door!" Leaning closer to listen, she turned to me and whispered, "I can hear movement inside." I nodded in agreement, and she responded with a determined look.

Taking a step back, Lingling prepared herself, and I delivered a powerful kick to the door. It crashed open, and as it burst inward, I instinctively raised my handgun, steady and poised, ready for whatever awaited us.

"Freeze!" I commanded when I spotted Wan making a break for the back. We sprinted after him, but he was quick, slipping through the backdoor just moments ahead of us.

The chase was on in pursuit of the man responsible for killing and raping the unnamed Jane Doe. I pushed myself harder, closing the distance before he can turn into a narrow alley. With all my strength, I lunged at him, tackling him from behind and sending him sprawling to the pavement.

However, I miscalculated my landing. Instead of him hitting the ground, I inadvertently pulled him down with me, my weight colliding harshly against the asphalt. My left shoulder struck hard, the rough surface tearing through my leather jacket and scraping my skin beneath. The immediate sting of pain was sharp as I hit the ground.

"Cut!" the director shouted, his voice echoing through the alley. The stuntman quickly got to his feet, extending a hand to help me up, while Lingling grasped my hand for support. "Engfa, you okay?" the director asked, concern etched on his face.

"Your jacket is completely ruined," Lingling remarked, studying the shredded sleeves with concern. "Does it hurt anywhere?"

"Ow!" I exclaimed, swatting her hand away as she pressed against my bruised shoulder.

"You really should get some first aid," the stuntman suggested, his tone serious.

At that moment, Plaifa and Charlotte rushed over, worry etched on their faces.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Plaifa asked, glancing at my shoulder, while Charlotte stood behind her, concern evident in her eyes.

Lingling took a moment to assess the situation. "I think she's got some abrasions on her shoulder," she informed Plaifa. "She fell pretty hard, plus Tan's weight on her didn't help either." I couldn’t suppress a roll of my eyes at Lingling's dramatics.

"I'm fine," I insisted, brushing past them toward my chair. "I just miscalculated my landing, that's all."

Plaifa was in deep conversation with the director when he announced a break for everyone. I took the opportunity to glance over at Charlotte, who was still standing there, talking to Lingling. A wave of frustration washed over me, and I couldn’t suppress a roll of my eyes.

Seriously? She claims to be my personal assistant, yet she seems utterly incapable of tending to my needs. I’m not just feeling a little under the weather, I’m freaking injured!

"Austin!" I called out, watching as she hastily finished her goodbyes to Lingling and dashed toward me.

"Miss Waraha," she said breathlessly, positioning herself at my side.

"Help me out of my jacket," I instructed, grimacing slightly as I began to peel it off, the soreness in my left shoulder flaring up.

"Wait, don’t move your left shoulder," she responded, swiftly moving to my left. With gentle precision, she rolled my sleeve down, being careful not to disturb the tender area beneath. She then shifted to my right, cautiously easing the fabric away from my skin.