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.

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

resembling a dancing swan, a sight too beautiful to look away

of astonished gasps filled

of her body to change direction. Her gaze locked onto a table on the first floor. Her body swung outward, and as

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

weren’t convenient for running, but

moment, the strap of the

hair, he appeared in front of

of a delicate lady just now. If it weren’t for the situation being wrong, Cheyenne would really laugh at

her fingers

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

eyes watched that small and exquisite lighter pass through the wide hall

while no one noticed

King was caught off guard by Uncle’s two slaps on his face. “What are you

go take care of

boy at the exit with disbelief! How dare such an undeveloped boy cause trouble on his

catch him! Skin him alive, beat him up

another round of besiege while Cheyenne glanced at Reece before shouting sternly, “Run fast!” Reece sprinted towards the exit

yellow flame

highest temperature is not external flame

fingers gracefully dancing through the flames –

Cheyenne curled her rose-like

Metal hit the ground…

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