A Film Queen

Chapter 162

A Film Queen of Two Worlds

Chapter 162 The High Priest Is Here

Finished

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.”“

quickly pulled out his phone

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

a single dim yellow bulb, Leon was cleaning his gun

with blonde curls was sitting next to him. His hair was tied up and his devilish features were accentuated by the dim light and the smoke

fool here?” His voice was husky, likely from years of

cars.

bullets into his gun.

of him, or he’ll flip out.”

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The High

Finished

“He couldn’t

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

be here later. His close combat skills aren’t great; having him here now would be risky for us. He’ll be here to

nodded. “Makes sense.

three of them always worked

was a close–combat expert, and Oliver, despite his carefree demeanor, was brilliant at cleaning up the mess. He could easily retrieve

they were unbeatable. They needed each other in

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

“Soon, be patient. Moving

slumped back on

to scroll his phone to pass the time but there wasn’t any signal in

getting

the point of holding an auction in such secrecy? Do they even

test subjects were emotionless,

trained correctly, they would

would become their prey if you can’t control them.

had been discovered in

twitched. “Someone’s

up straight, drawing a pistol from his boot.

why someone was there.

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