Reborn of Kate by Isla Rainfield

Chapter 283 Who Are You?

Across the video call, Eric appeared momentarily taken aback before composing himself and uttered, “I’m currently in the hotel room.”

He pivoted his phone’s camera toward Kate, revealing the room’s interior to her.

Kate breathed a sigh of relief and murmured gently. “Return quickly once your tasks are complete.

Just as Eric prepared to respond, a rap on the door interrupted him, and Lucas‘ voice sounded from beyond, “Boss, there’s another meeting awaiting your attendance.”

“I understand”

Eric replied apathetically, then with a hint of helplessness, he addressed Kate, “Kate, I must attend the meeting now.”

Kate trusted him implicitly, nodding softly. “Sure, give me a call after the meeting.”

After ending the video call, Eric’s gaze turned unexpectedly icy. He strode out briskly, and at the door, Lucas looked at him with concern and asked, “Boss, did Madam believe you?”

“Yes,” Eric responded with an icy stare.

“Proceed as scheduled.”

He strode ahead briskly, Lucas at his side, trailed by a cohort of men dressed in black. Swiftly, they piled into several waiting cars and sped off in a specific direction.

Melvern City in Bastilla was destined for a

organisation in Melvern City, Saint Falcons, was directly breached by a group

organisation’s bars, nightclubs, and other establishments, leaving their henchmen

of the Saint Falcons, inside

floor in disarray. What was once a bustling and vibrant bar now lay in ruins, its patrons sprawled on the ground, moaning

in a black suit. His countenance displaying

of the Twilight Bar and the leader of the Saint Falcons, found himself forcefully restrained by two towering bodyguards. His body and face bore the marks of recent violence, yet

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Ivan nonchalantly,

pinned Ivan to the ground, then rolled up his sleeves, exposing a prominent wolf

fixed on the wolf head tattoo inked on Ivan’s arm as he rose to his

keen dagger, he advanced methodically toward Ivan, then squatted before him, delicately pressing the dagger against

slightly but remained

His aura exuded overwhelming power, clearly hinting at