A Beauty With Multiple Masks

The fear the man was feeling at the moment was overwhelming

Just when he thought his time had come, a slender hand reached out and grabbed the machete by the handle. The tip of the machete stopped right in front of the man.

Bringing the machete to the man’s neck, Arielle asked indifferently, “Whose time did you say was up?”

The man was trembling in fear. His face was as pale as death. “M-My own… No, please. I’m sorry! Please spare my life!”

Jared, who had just opened his eyes, was looking confused.

What? Can somebody tell me what just happened?

She patted the man’s trembling shoulder with the back of the machete. “Good boy. Now, tell me who sent you to come after us?”

He swallowed. “I-I don’t know. I-I’m just doing my

job!”

Arielle raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure? I’m giving you one last chance to think harder. Who is it that sent

you?”

aback by Arielle’s

though what had happened might not seem to be something

by fighting. He could

and strength that he

to have some medical skills too. When she attacked his

he said, “All right! I’ll tell

idea who she is. These are the number and account she used to contact us. We‘re an underground organization specializing

header and saw “Black Manor” written on

can accept missions or place orders. Everything is anonymous, so we’ll only get the contact number and will never know who that

explained.

Arielle nodded, then turned to see the men that were on the floor and continued, “Bring them away. Also, leave all the cash you have as compensation for the stall

to creep past the machete Arielle

closest to him, and the rest of them climbed to their feet shakily. Within two minutes, they left a

Arielle with a funny look on his face. He was more than shocked at what he

you okay?”