A Film Queen

A Film Queen of Two Worlds

Chapter 162 The High Priest Is Here

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As Anna had anticipated, after hanging up the phone, Hannah swept everything off the table in a fit of

rage.

Crash!

the cosmetics and expensive jewelry were scattered across the floor.

The hairstylist, startled by Hannah’s sudden outburst, accidentally tugged her hair.

“Ahh!” Hannah yelped while clutching her head. Before anyone could react, she stood up and slapped the hairstylist hard across the face.

“Clumsy fooll”

The hairstylist was knocked to the ground by the force. Hannah stomped on her with her high heels to vent her anger.

“Ahh. Ms. Hannah, I’m sorry! Ms. Hannah.

The hairstylist’s painful cries echoed in the dressing room. The other staff and assistants were terrified and they dared not intervene. They held their breath and trembled as they stepped back.

They knew that Hannah was vicious and ruthless. Misfortune would land on their family if they made her

angry.

Hannah finally snapped out of it when the hairstylist was bleeding profusely. However, Hannah felt no fear seeing that. A sick satisfaction flickered in her eyes instead.

She picked up a wet wipe and meticulously wiped her fingers before tossing it on the floor.

Then, she looked up at the people huddled in the corner. “Why are you guys spacing out? Call an ambulance.”“

her male assistants quickly pulled out his phone to

and looked in the mirror with a vicious glare. Through gritted teeth, she spat out, “Milly

musty basement storage room lit by a single dim yellow bulb, Leon was cleaning his

was sitting next to him. His hair was tied up and his devilish features were accentuated by

husky, likely from years of smoking, but it

cars.

loaded bullets into

call him that in front of him, or

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on the ground. “He couldn’t even reach my knees even if

he still stood at five feet eight. He wasn’t exactly short.

His close combat skills aren’t great; having him here

“Makes sense.

Sect, the three of them always worked together.

his carefree demeanor, was brilliant at cleaning up

They needed each other in every

his watch and frowned as he asked, “When do we start? Do we really have to hide in this dump? I’m going to puke if we stay here any longer. I even wore my award–winning outfit to meet you, and now it’s reeking.”

and said, “Soon, be patient. Moving out now

back

wanted to scroll his phone to pass the time but there wasn’t any signal in this forsaken place.

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are ridiculous. What’s the point of holding an auction in such secrecy? Do they even dare to use the test subjects? Stupid fools.”

subjects were emotionless, fearless,

were also time–ticking bombs. If trained

become their prey if you can’t control

that had been discovered in the test subjects. Not

twitched. “Someone’s

sat up straight, drawing a pistol from his boot.

someone was there.