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

mirror with a vicious

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

His hair was tied up and his devilish features were accentuated by the dim light and the smoke from his cigarette dangling from his

from

cars.

into

call him that in front of him, or he’ll flip

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

very tall, he still stood at five feet eight. He

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

“Makes

the three of them

his carefree demeanor, was brilliant at cleaning up the mess. He could

unbeatable. They needed each

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.”

his lips and said, “Soon, be patient. Moving

back on his stool.

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

was getting more irritated.

What’s the point of holding an auction in such secrecy? Do they even dare to use

subjects were

they were also time–ticking bombs. If trained

their prey if

had been discovered

ears twitched. “Someone’s coming”

sat up straight, drawing a pistol from

someone was