Frida froze.

She was already moving as quietly as possible, but they noticed anyway?!

Still, she simply gave up on stealth as she shouted back, “You’re the ones who kidnapped Ms. Turnbull first. Let her go, and we might let you leave.”

Her response only prompted a mocking laughter. “Oh, what do we have here?

An actual woman?! So Frank Lawrence couldn’t make it?”

“Why bother bringing him? I’m plenty enough for the likes of you.” Frida snorted in disdain.

“Haha! I guess Mr. Salazar’s words fell on deaf ears… Now, die.”

Frida frowned—it was not Drakon Salazar?!

burst of air shooting towards her even as the thought crossed her mind, and

of her hair, even

dodge out of harm’s way by

parking lot lights were

“Argh!”

“Gurk—”

ensued endlessly, and Frida whipped out her sword, flailing around by

the screams soon faded entirely, leaving the parking lot

calling out her men’s names, but there was

Click.

of the car park returned, and Frida quickly threw up her hand as she adjusted her eyes and looked

scrawny man stood nearby, smiling darkly

to find all her men dead, lying in pools of

the Turnbulls have such pretty face work as a bodyguard,” the scrawny man chuckled coolly. “What a

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