Magdalen cast an indifferent and disdainful glance at him before striding down the stairs, her silhouette exuding an icy pride.

This time, Kevin didn’t follow after her. He stood there, wallowing in his own shame, wondering whether, if Morrison had been there, he would have retreated or charged forward.

And the answer was clear: Morrison would have dashed forward!

He had indeed lost, but not to Morrison, he had lost to himself. It turned out he wasn’t as passionately brave as he had thought. He simply wasn’t worthy of a clear-eyed woman like Magdalen!

Three hours later.

In B City, at the Crawley Group Headquarters

Antonia had been on edge ever since she received Kevin’s call, fearing that in an attempt to impress Magdalen, he would reveal that she was behind their troubles.

Magdalen had struck her once before, and Antonia was terrified of the possibility that she might recklessly come to B City in pursuit.

She had dashed from her home to the company, taking refuge in her office and even hiring a pair of bodyguards to stand guard outside her door.

– a 55-story skyscraper with stringent

could extract her from

Outside the office

understand why Miss Crawley wanted them to guard the door. After a stint of uneventful vigilance, one suddenly muttered, “What’s

other, momentarily confused, looked up, “Sounds like it’s coming from

react, a piercing scream came from the

drained of color, the bodyguards

windows had

rope’s momentum, she soared through the air with swift,

felt like a stunt performance or

“Miss Crawley!”

Snapping to their senses, they quickly turned

On the rooftop

to the ground. The helicopter’s blades were still spinning rapidly nearby, the generated winds making one

to catch her breath. When she

she cackled at Estelle, “So it’s you! Did Magdalen get blown to bits, so now you’ve come for revenge? I’d hurry up and collect her remains if

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