At the cave, Margaret was acting all gleeful. She knew waiting to see what happened would be worth it! That bastard couldn't hold on any longer and finally compromised. Very good!She casually tossed the gun in her hand and looked at Savannah whose face was ugly. Resentment flickered in her eyes as they darted to the three people sitting helplessly.Killing these three and then taking Kian's life would be the perfect revenge. But to think of it, will Kian really not retaliate like he promised? She doesn't believe that! However, he already promised. Seeing that, she couldn't touch his bottom line. Since her initial goal was Kian, what did it matter if she let Savannah and the others go?If she is able to kill Kian, it doesn't matter at all. Thinking of this, Margaret no longer hesitated and directly waved at the last salesman that had remained with her."Take them out but don't release them until you have captured that bastard!"The salesman's face visibly stiffened and he cursed inwa

The knife aimed at Kian's forehead halted midway as the phone's chimes filled the serene environment. Margaret hissed and dropped the knife as she reached into her pocket to retrieve the phone that was ringing.It was a disposable phone that she had gotten on a whim. It has never rang since the whole trouble started so Margaret was confused about who would be calling her and how they got her private number.Various thoughts flashed through Margaret's mind as she looked at the unknown number displaying on the phone screen. But just when the call was about to end, Margaret held her breath and answered the call."Margaret, do you want to escape a death sentence?" As soon as the call connected, an unfamiliar middle-aged voice came through the line.Margaret trembled slightly. She doesn't know the other party but they know her and from the looks of things, they have been searching for her.However, she remained cautious and didn't speak. Only her steady breathing could be heard by the othe

Wesley had returned to the yacht and was watching the situation with a grim expression when his phone suddenly chimed.It was a cryptic message from an unknown sender which he quickly managed to decipher. [The imperial families of Cascadia want to intervene in the situation. Assign people to patrol the sea. Once the people from the imperial families are found, they must be killed immediately!]Wesley lifted his head and looked around quickly. Everyone was focused on the island. Who could have sent this message?It definitely isn't from the general as he is currently in the hands of those criminals and has no access to communication. So who could have—"Ay, Wesley, that's not the most important thing right now," Wesley facepalmed at his thoughts. Does it matter who sent the message? The utmost concern now was that the general was in greater danger. If the imperial families are coming to intervene, the general will never escape.Perhaps those sly people were the ones that orchestrated

"Argh!"Gunshots rang out, blood splattered, Margaret and her accomplice screamed in horror as the bullets cut through their calves.They fell to the ground writhing in pain. What is going on? Are these officers not from the imperial families? Are they not on their sides?THUD!Thunderous footsteps resounded as the officers walked forward and immediately surrounded them. "Drop your weapons and put your hands on your heads!""If any of you attempt to move again, you will be shot to death on the spot!"Faced by several gun barrels, Margaret and her accomplice froze, completely paralyzed with fear. Their faces turned ashen as realization dawned on them.These officers are really here to capture them. They are really not from the imperial families! Shit!At the same time, Magistrate Cody and his companions were relieved. If it turned out that the officers were really in cahoots with those criminals, the Valorian government would have completely lost face.Not to mention, there were hundr

Although the doctor's hands were covered with thin gloves, he could clearly feel that the doctor's palm was too rough. It was a norm that doctors who often need to hold surgical knives prioritize their hands the most.Some doctors even had expensive insurance specifically for their hands. This is because their hands are too rough, the control and flexibility will be affected which is forbidden for doctors.Kian laid still and focused on the feel of the doctor's hands. It seems to him as if the roughness of the hands was not due to lack of care. Rather, he would have said these rough hands were results of years of martial arts training!And just now, his colleagues were showing concern. At least, one would have thanked them. But the doctor was not only reluctant to speak and even insisted he was fine. Kian instantly became alert. This kind of person is suspicious... There is something wrong somewhere. SKIP!While Kian was dwelling on those thoughts, the tires of the ambulance suddenl