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 thirty

a dancing swan,

of astonished gasps filled the

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 direction. Her gaze locked onto

his wig falling off as he

heels weren’t convenient for running, but

of the red

messy hair, he appeared in front of everyone sweating profusely and

lady just now. If it weren’t for the

snapped her fingers at

a lighter from his bag.

mid-air as countless eyes watched that small and exquisite lighter pass through the wide hall from that man’s hand before finally

no one noticed

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 are you doing? You actually let an outsider

sorry. I’ll go

down from third floor level; locking onto that boy

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

Reece before shouting sternly, “Run fast!” Reece sprinted towards the exit with all speed possible when Cheyenne suddenly lit the lighter in her

between was warm yellow flame while outer layer

the highest temperature

slender hand, fingers gracefully dancing through

rose-like

Metal hit the ground…

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