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 railing, plummeting from the third floor, a drop of

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

astonished gasps

seized it. In mid-air, she performed a 360- degree spin, using the power of her arms and the momentum of her body to

first floor, his wig falling off as he ran. The two large falsies stuffed in

weren’t convenient for running,

of the red dress broke, revealing

he appeared in front of everyone sweating profusely

far from that of a delicate lady just now. If it weren’t for the situation being wrong, Cheyenne

snapped her fingers

quickly took out a lighter

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

no one noticed

faces drastically and ended their conversation abruptly. Mr. King was caught off guard by Uncle’s two slaps on his face. “What are you doing? You actually let an

sorry. I’ll go take care of it

King walked outside where he looked down from third floor level; locking onto that boy at the exit

him! Skin him alive, beat him up badly, then throw him into sea to feed

the exit with all speed possible when Cheyenne suddenly lit the lighter in her hand, and the blue flame flickered

between was warm yellow flame while outer layer was

know, the highest temperature is not external flame but

gracefully dancing through the flames –

next second, Cheyenne curled her rose-like

Metal hit the ground…

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