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 at least

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

chorus of astonished gasps

the power of her arms and the momentum of her body to change direction. Her gaze locked onto a table on the first

on the first floor, his wig falling off as he ran. The two

convenient for running, but

of the red dress broke, revealing his

hair, he appeared in front of

from that of a delicate lady just now. If it weren’t for the situation

snapped her

and quickly took out a lighter from his

exquisite lighter pass through the

one noticed him. While everyone was distracted, he had to

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

go take care of it

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

beat him up badly, then

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

between was warm yellow flame

we all know, the highest temperature

slender hand, fingers gracefully dancing through the flames

Cheyenne curled her rose-like lips brightly, hurling

Metal hit the ground…

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