qHe won't recognize me, will he?

Francesca could hear a series of footsteps and knew that Danrique was approaching her.

He walked slowly, but for some unknown reason, every step echoed with power.

Francesca couldn't help panicking a little. Did he already figure out who I am? Is he going to expose me right here and now? Will he exact his revenge immediately after?

She looked at the long corridor in front of her and instinctively clenched her fists.

What are the chances of me successfully fleeing?

“You dropped something.”

Danrique's voice was emotionless, without a hint of warmth or hostility.

Francesca was slightly taken aback. She turned around and saw the lipstick he was holding.

That's mine.

She had bought that lipstick earlier that day because she needed it to disguise herself.

“Thank you.”

Francesca accepted the lipstick and left the scene right away.

her and narrowed his

complicated glow shone in

“Mr. Lindberg...”

paying close attention to his

hand

“Understood.”

Francesca had snuck into the casino, moving past the crowd before

to be out of there as soon as possible, but a drunkard got in her way

angrily, planning on

relent. “How dare you talk to me like that? You're nothing but a

took a stack of cash out and was about to shove them

Francesca kicked at the

sent flying before crashing into a table, frightening all the

“Y-You...”

was in so much pain that he wanted to cuss. Unfortunately, that same pain made it impossible for

is making a ruckus

didn't take long before a

Inferno had strengthened its security, and they

who made a mess

frowned. All she wanted to do was to leave quickly because

dare you assault a

over to take her

breaking a bodyguard's

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