Fake heiress Real heroine

Chapter 98

“Ah!” At the moment the gunshot rang out, Yasmine instinctively crouched, covering her head and screamed in terror

Many windows in the once silent neighborhood lit up. “Ugh, what’s with the screaming in the middle of the righe Can’t we get some sleep?” someone yelled, sticking their head out the window.

“You should have stopped her from screaming. She disturbed everyone’s rest, Quinlyn chimed in, her voice youthful and calm, sounding very familiar.

Only then did Yasmine a finally realize she hadn’t been shot. Carefully raising her head to look, she saw the tall figures sprawled on the ground at the end of the alley. Emerging from the darkness was a slender, small figure

“Is that you?” Seeing Quinlyn, Yasmine’s face once again showed disbelief. Especially since Opislyss was holding a gun with a silencer, which made it obvious that she had fired those shots just now,

“I didn’t expect her to scream so much, sorry,” Warren said without any sincerity. In reality, he didn’t want to pa dose o Yasmine back then, afraid he’d become collateral damage.

Quinlyn stared at him, her eyes showing a hint of dissatisfaction. “If you’re using her as bait, you should make sure she’s safe.” This was something she learned in her classes at the base.

Before Warren could say a word, Yasmine interrupted him, “Bait? Warren, what are you talking about, and who is this kide What are you keeping from me?” She couldn’t bear being kept in the dark and started losing her temper again

Quinlyn, worried she would keep disturbing the residents, casually grabbed a clump of weeds from the flowerbed and stuffed them in Yasmine’s mouth.

Warren was taken aback, and then couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

The operation tonight was a collaboration of three groups. They were the bait, the Hill family was providing close–range protection, and Team 901 was the action team.

Quinlyn was the key player throughout the operation, and she had just taken care of the last group of enemies. Now, the bodies at the intersection had been cleared away secretly.

A faint smell of bleach wafted from a distance. Yasmine was tossed to the side, leaving only Quinlyn and Warren staring each other down in the dim street.

Feeling unusually guilty, Warren was the first to back down and managed a weak smile. “If there’s anything you want to ak go ahead.”

Quinlyn slightly pursed her lips. “Why did you change the plan and use her as a decoy?” Originally, she and Warren were supposed to be together, allowing her to protect him and focus their efforts.

saw Yasmine leading the DigitalKey Group, she knew something was

was at the entrance, where he wanted

someone else’s hand to do your dirty work,

at all.

furrowed even more. “She’s innocent.” The main rule of the base was not to involve innocents, and if necessary, to prioritize protecting the public.

I’m working on with them, right?” Warren suddenly laughed softly, answering her question with another. “She’s on the list too.

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by his words. She glanced at Yasmine on the ground, who was glaring back at her with immense anger in her eyes,

it up, slowly starting to smoke. “Intelligent people are rare.

better next generation.

ended up creating is this bipolar disorder thing,” he said, finally pointing at Yasmine on the ground with the cigarette in his hand.

but she was frightened, fearing that Warren truly intended

Warren the first time they met on the street because of that classified document. It had an official signature

this field, akin to the past interest in supernatural powers, which led to a wave of

partnered with bold businessmen like Warren, who weren’t afraid of danger, to continue their

result of a union between a highly intelligent couple. She was not the only test subject under

either.

want a piece of DigitalKey Group,

them, I’d

turned her head to look at him.

and said, “I’ve given you the remaining

these test subjects, I’m sure the executives will see the truth tonight and proceed with their withdrawal.” With

startled. “Where are

back at Quinlyn’s innocent face, he wanted to pat her on the head but remembered the smell of smoke