She cast a quick nce at Barlow’s legs, wavering.


    “But your legs…”


    Barlow arched an eyebrow, adopting a mock pitiable expression.


    “Karina, didn’t you say my disability didn’t bother you?”


    Karina frowned.


    “When did I ever suggest that it bothered me? I meant, your body hasn’t fully healed.


    I’m concerned you’ll wear yourself out.


    ”


    Barlow chuckled, leaning closer to whisper, “Karina, you do care about me.


    ”


    Karina found herself speechless, rolling her eyes in exasperation.This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.


    Barlow straightened up, still chuckling.


    “Rx.


    I’m in good shape.


    Even though my leg’s a bit bum, your car’s automatic, right?”


    Karina parted her lips, about to protest, but ultimately stepped aside.


    She was well aware of how tenacious he could be.


    She had urgent matters to attend to and no time to bicker with him.


    Karina swiftly settled into the passenger seat.


    Barlow grinned, slid into the driver’s seat, and upon ensuring she was buckled in, started the engine.


    “Where are we headed?”


    “Skrix.


    ”


    Barlow raised an eyebrow.


    “What’s going on?”


    “One of my artists got hurt.


    I need to check on them.


    ”


    Barlow’s smile waned as he cast a sidelong nce at her.


    “Is Jack injured?”


    “Yes,” Karina responded, her attention fixed on her phone.


    Barlow’s smile vanished entirely.


    “How did he get hurt?”


    “He took a tumble doing a wire stunt.


    ”


    “Is it serious?”


    “Not certain yet.


    ”


    Barlow stole another nce at her, noting the worry etched on her face, and felt a pang of frustration.


    As the general agent, Karina typically didn’t involve herself directly in the day-to-day affairs of the artists.