ed off the showerhead and s

of mist. She threw on an oversized white T-shir

emed to be getting worse. Beneath the cold white light, as she examined the

ng her lack of shoes, she rushed fr

during the confrontatio

y, slightly tipsy female v

nst the bar with disheveled hair, sipping a drink. A fine threa

d tension fi

so worked up?" Willow's tone was lazy a

t as her fingers were about to touch

asked, a contemptuous tone with a hint of

y you are working f

intuition; sometimes, it

New York. To put it nicely, she was Willow's bodyguard; to put it bl

that didn't concern her. So now, she just tightened her

able to retract in time, hit the marble edge o

obe slid open, revealing

his was probably caused during c

e scenes. Although Jade didn't want to get involved in the Wen family's affairs, Willow's

ned and grabbed Willow's wrist

e attempted to muster the temperament of a blue blood girl, ready to jump up in defi

de to get some

ersation, "How much did Dexter Wen pay you? I

ld, "jokes like that shouldn'

nk, leaned on the sofa, murmuring, "Isn't it said that murderers should p

n conversation, so she focus

y the rustling sound of gauze,

bit. Her hand hung down, and, leaning against the sofa, she

s scattered

Jade recognized them. These were the "sleeping pills

rug used to in

ms scattered on the floor. In the midst of

asked, her tone co

decided to be upfront, lying on the

ou intend to do with t

What do you think? Certainly

ngly contemplating silencing t

bellious history. Whether it was true love or just to stir trouble for her father, Willow was

marketing department at Wings Corporation's New York branch. Logically, h

s the hero's grave, the heroe

long as things didn't go too far, a couple of scandalous rumor

illow was scheming with this move,

ut there's no need to joke with

t? Then why can the

g the medicines off the floor and w

's top floor still blurred the view. The faint orange light broke the hazy night with a c

the taillights on the bustling road resembled rolling pearls. Countless l

e agreed to Myron's request to take on this FBI's informant operation two years ag

ection to the Branconi Family, he wouldn't easily let it go. This meant she couldn't be su

come up with a pla

my was her friend. If she could forge an alliance that bound her interests with Andrea's, convincing him that her appro

d, she could still s

et pocket for her phone. She flipped open the li

ough. He was, indeed, still awake. It seemed l

swirling within her expanding lung lobes turn

expressing both surprise and relief. "How's it

oiding unnecessary worries. Succinctly, she said, "Help me

somewhat concerned. "Why suddenl

is to get closer

ce raised a few degrees, u

empting to persuade him. She simply said,

r a while, Myron reluctantly agreed, "Fine," and the

sible colored lights not far away in Times Square,

ron said. "Hope I'm

sed for a moment

Today was her birthday. She stared at the circle of lights sh

mpt to speak, but ultimately, nothing w

gering, almost

a simple "Hmm" and