Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1552

Sandy felt a pang in her heart as she took in the scene before her. If it weren't for her, those servants might still be alive.

"Miss Sandy," Kena said, "I've arranged for a car outside. Follow the driver, and you'll find your brother." She added sternly, "Whatever you do, don't let your brother know I helped you. It could cause trouble for Ms. Sophie and me."

Sandy, eager not to cause any issues for Sophie, nodded quickly in agreement. Outside, the driver was already waiting for her.

Once Sandy was out of sight, Kena's worried expression vanished, replaced by a look of stoic calm. She strolled back into the chaos of the Gibbs mansion. The overpowering scent of blood didn't seem to bother her in the slightest. She even poured herself a glass of red wine and relaxed on the sofa.

After a moment, Kena stood up, glass in hand, and walked to a vintage record player. She slipped on a graceful record and started to hum along, waltzing elegantly as if cradling an invisible partner, thoroughly immersed in the dance.

emerged from the basement, tidying up the blood and bodies. Kena didn't stop her dance until the music ended, by which time the room was spotless. All the bodies were discreetly

the Pearl Hotel, smoking. He took a long drag, then flicked the half-burnt cigarette to the ground. He was alone, until Sandy hopped out of a car nearby and dashed

did Kiran's

out,

hug and caught a whiff of the same heavy, lingering scent of blood she'd encountered at the

she'd been the past two days. But he didn't ask. Instead, with the usual calm,

car with Kiran. He seemed

been cracking jokes