ace appeared in the gap. Her skin was perfectly lifted and tightened b

at the guards outside. "Shoot her! She's

an covered her nose in disgust. "Nine hundred and ninety-nine dollars? That wo

. He received the direct order from the family

of pressure, a sound came from the d

s a c

nt it echoed through the truck, every single mercenary outside froze. The captain

lights flickered on, illumi

s the color of old parchment. A thick, gray cashmere blanket was draped over h

held a terrifying emptiness, a profound exhaust

th. He coughed twice more. When he pulled the cloth aw

ng sweetness. "Camden, darling, please don't strain

slowly turned his head, locking his gray-

a fraction of a second, Camden felt a strange, vio

but dripping with the heavy, crushing authority

od, Barton Montoya, has a flat brainwave. But his

morrhage three days ago at exactly 3:00 AM. It was accompanied by

rsal was a level-one classified Montoya family secr

arm. "She... she must have bribed

oise's posture, the way she stood perfectly still in the f

ve three minutes," she said coldly. "Once the reaper crosses the

inst the leather armrest of his wheel

toward his personal assi

e devoid of emotion. "Open the i