Sir Ares, Goodnight

At the thought of how Marilyn had altered and manipulated his life maliciously, he could feel anger surging within him, reaching all parts of his body with nowhere to vent it out.

All of a sudden, a melody started playing in the dead of night. The piano music was so soft and gentle it felt just like a breeze that was bringing comfort into his heart, soothing all unease and restlessness. Slowly, his irritability diminished.

He suddenly remembered that he had yet to receive a reply after he told Baby Zetty's mother about his resignation.

He wondered what had happened to her.

Under the hypnotic melody, he felt drowsy and soon fell asleep after climbing back to bed.

The next day.

Angelina arrived at Grand Asia's underground garbage room very early in the morning. Grayson and the other Ghost members were already waiting outside. The moment they saw Angeline, all of them greeted her reverently, "Ms. Severe."

Angeline took off her white coat and tossed it to Grayson, asking, "He hasn't confessed yet?"

refuses to reveal a thing

a coquettish sneer. "Take me

on a chair with his limbs tied to the back

of him and motioned to Grayson. "Let me see

hesitated a little. "Ms. Severe, this kind of man

but this had something to do

out of it, he walked up to Ken and removed the plastic bag from his

sudden, Ken's vision went from dark to light. He

"You don't have the right to

card with you?" "Marilyn Auberge? Who is she? I don't know her," Ken smirked and said, "Gorgeous, none of those men could get anything out of me yesterday. I think

clean because you'll

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