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.

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

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

of astonished gasps filled

of her arms and the momentum of her body to change direction. Her

off as he

heels weren’t convenient for running,

moment, the strap of the red

in front of everyone sweating profusely

delicate lady just now. If it weren’t for the situation being wrong,

her fingers

lighter from his bag. “Take it!” he

metal retro lighter formed 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

one noticed him. While everyone was distracted, he had

ended their conversation abruptly. Mr. King was caught off guard by Uncle’s two slaps on his face. “What are you doing?

go take care

down from third floor level; locking onto that boy at the exit with disbelief! How dare such an undeveloped boy cause trouble on

someone to catch him! Skin him alive, beat him up badly, then throw him into sea

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 flame flickered before the

warm yellow flame

all know, the highest temperature is

hand, fingers gracefully dancing through the flames – beautiful

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

Metal hit the ground…

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