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

could feel the blade slicing a lock of her hair, even as she

of harm’s way by instinct,

not as strong as her, and they were blind after the parking lot lights were turned off… and were

“Argh!”

“Gurk—”

death ensued endlessly, and Frida whipped out her sword, flailing

screams soon faded entirely, leaving

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

Click.

the car park returned, and Frida quickly threw up her hand

nearby, smiling darkly

men dead, lying in

face work as a bodyguard,” the scrawny man chuckled coolly. “What a waste

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