Chapter 169: Set a Fire

The rule was that if the mission failed, one had to commit suicide as an apology. This time, the master showed mercy and spared Aidan’s life, which was unexpected.

The old man didn’t show much emotion when he heard the news. But when he brought up another matter, a hint of anger crept into his voice. “Did she notice anything suspicious?”

“Well…” Mr. King didn’t dare answer. He wasn’t on site and wasn’t sure what that woman had discovered.

“She probably didn’t. Aidan never leaves any evidence behind. Just let him stay in the hospital for now and not go anywhere else.”

The reply was unsatisfactory but at least Uncle wasn’t as angry anymore.

Outside the door, Cheyenne held a tray and listened intently to what was being said inside. She couldn’t hear everything clearly but caught snippets like “Uncle”, “Aidan”, and “drug trial”.

What did it all mean? What were they researching?

Her intuition told her that this wasn’t good news at all. However, just as she leaned closer to listen better, the guards on the second floor staircase noticed her presence.

“Damn it! Who let her in?”

“Get her!”

Cheyenne turned back, shooting an angry glare at them. It was always the worst time for interruptions. She sighed in annoyance, picked up the wine bottle from the tray, and swung it forcefully. The exquisite Bordeaux wine, worth ten thousand dollars a bottle, was wasted.

she moved like a slippery eel. With a graceful leap, she jumped over the

were fluid and precise, her outstretched arms resembling a dancing swan, a sight too beautiful to

astonished gasps filled the

second-floor balcony and, in the midst of her rapid descent, seized it. In mid-air, she performed a 360- degree spin, using the power of her arms and the momentum of her

his wig falling off as he ran. The two large

running, but they became

of the red dress

in front of

a delicate lady just now. If it weren’t for the situation being wrong, Cheyenne would really

her fingers at

and quickly took out a lighter from his

quadratic curve in mid-air as countless eyes watched that small and exquisite lighter pass through the wide hall from that man’s hand before finally landing on

under the table and slowly moved out while no one noticed him. While everyone was distracted, he had to escape

faces drastically and ended their conversation abruptly. Mr. King was caught off

I’m sorry. I’ll go take care of it

boy at the exit with disbelief! How dare such an undeveloped boy cause trouble on his

coldly ordered, “Get someone to catch him! Skin him alive, beat him up badly, then throw him

glanced at Reece before shouting sternly, “Run fast!” Reece sprinted towards the exit with all speed possible when Cheyenne suddenly lit the lighter in her hand, and the blue

between was warm yellow flame while

we all know, the highest temperature is not external flame

out her slender hand, fingers gracefully

her rose-like lips brightly, hurling away her

Metal hit the ground…

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