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?!

she felt a burst of air shooting towards her even as the thought crossed

the blade slicing a lock of her hair, even

harm’s way by instinct, her men were not so

were blind after the parking lot lights were turned off… and were massacred

“Argh!”

“Gurk—”

and Frida whipped out her sword,

faded entirely, leaving the parking lot eerily

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

Click.

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

stood nearby, smiling

her men dead, lying in pools of

a bodyguard,” the

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