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.

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

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

chorus of astonished gasps filled the

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,

already run to the exit on the first floor, his wig falling off as

running, but

this moment, the strap of the red dress broke, revealing his strong

he appeared in front of everyone sweating profusely

now. If it weren’t

snapped her

out a lighter from his

formed a perfect quadratic curve in mid-air as countless eyes watched that small and exquisite lighter

no one noticed him. While everyone was distracted, he had to escape

and ended their conversation abruptly. Mr. King was caught off guard by

sorry. I’ll go take care of it

level; locking onto that boy at the exit with disbelief! How dare such an undeveloped boy cause trouble on his

Skin him alive, beat him

Reece sprinted towards the exit with all

flame

the highest temperature is not external

out her slender hand, fingers gracefully dancing through

next second, Cheyenne curled her rose-like lips

Metal hit the ground…

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