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

blade slicing a lock of her hair, even

harm’s way by instinct, her

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

“Argh!”

“Gurk—”

and Frida whipped out her sword,

faded entirely, leaving the parking

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

Click.

car park returned, and Frida quickly threw up her

man stood nearby, smiling darkly

all her men dead, lying

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

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