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?!

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

of her hair, even as she

dodge out of harm’s way by

and they were blind after the parking lot lights were turned off… and were massacred in no

“Argh!”

“Gurk—”

and Frida whipped out her sword, flailing around

the screams soon faded entirely, leaving the parking lot eerily

Frida kept calling out her men’s names, but there was

Click.

threw up

nearby, smiling darkly

looked down to find all her men

surprised the Turnbulls have such pretty face work as a bodyguard,” the scrawny

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