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.

eel. With a graceful leap, she jumped over the railing, plummeting from the third floor, a

resembling a dancing swan, a sight

astonished gasps

performed a 360- degree spin, using the power of her arms and the momentum of her body to change direction. Her gaze locked onto a table on the first floor. Her body swung outward,

his wig falling off as he ran. The two large falsies stuffed in his chest were used to hit

for running,

the strap of the

he appeared in front of

just now. If it weren’t for the

snapped her fingers

took out a lighter from his bag. “Take it!”

as countless eyes watched that small and exquisite lighter pass through the wide hall from that man’s hand

one noticed him. While everyone

changed their faces drastically and ended their conversation abruptly. Mr. King was caught off guard by Uncle’s two slaps

I’m sorry. I’ll go

where he looked down from third floor level; locking onto that boy at the exit with disbelief! How dare such an undeveloped boy cause

beat him up badly, then throw him into

at Reece before shouting sternly, “Run fast!” Reece sprinted towards the exit with all

yellow flame while

all know, the highest temperature is not external flame but

out her slender hand, fingers gracefully

curled her rose-like

Metal hit the ground…

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