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.

graceful leap, she jumped over the railing, plummeting from the third floor, a drop of at

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

of astonished gasps filled the

balcony and, in the midst of her rapid descent, seized it. In mid-air, she performed a 360- degree spin, using the power of her arms and the momentum of her body to change

on the first floor, his wig falling off as he ran. The two large falsies stuffed in his

for running, but

strap of the red

hair, he appeared in front of everyone

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

snapped her fingers

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

and exquisite lighter pass through the wide hall from that man’s hand before finally landing on

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

who finally received news changed their faces drastically and ended their conversation abruptly. Mr. King was caught off guard by Uncle’s two slaps on his face. “What

I’ll go take care

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

alive, beat him up badly, then

Cheyenne glanced at Reece before shouting sternly, “Run fast!” Reece sprinted towards the exit

warm yellow flame while

the highest temperature is not external flame but

gracefully dancing through the flames – beautiful

second, Cheyenne curled her rose-like lips brightly, hurling away

Metal hit the ground…

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