Get Spoiled after Travelling into A Novel

Chapter 162 The High Priest Is Here

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.”“

of her male assistants

in the mirror with a vicious glare. Through

dark, musty basement storage room lit by a single

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

likely from years of smoking, but it

cars.

loaded bullets

him that in front of him,

The High Priest Is

ground. “He couldn’t

Oliver wasn’t very tall, he still stood at five feet eight. He

having him here now would be risky for us. He’ll be here to

King nodded. “Makes sense.

three of them always worked

demeanor, was brilliant at cleaning up the mess. He could easily retrieve surveillance footage and erase all traces of their

They needed each other in

dump? I’m going to puke if we stay here any longer. I even wore my award–winning

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

King slumped back

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

was getting

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

subjects were emotionless,

they were also time–ticking bombs. If trained correctly, they

prey if you can’t control

that had been discovered in the test subjects.

Leon’s ears twitched.

drawing a pistol