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.

Cheyenne, but she moved like a slippery eel. With a graceful leap, she jumped over the railing, plummeting

a dancing

astonished gasps filled the

her body to change direction. Her gaze locked onto a table on the first floor. Her

first floor, his wig falling off as

convenient for running, but they became his

strap of the red dress broke,

front of everyone sweating profusely and

lady just now. If it weren’t for the situation

her fingers at

understood and quickly took out a lighter from

a perfect quadratic curve in mid-air as countless eyes watched that small and exquisite lighter pass through the wide hall from that man’s

the table and slowly moved out while no one noticed him.

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 outsider mix

I’ll go take care

locking onto that boy at the

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

bodyguards began another round of besiege while Cheyenne 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 outer layer

we all know, the highest temperature is not external flame

her slender hand, fingers gracefully

curled her rose-like lips brightly, hurling away her

Metal hit the ground…

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