Outside the glass door, Sophie anxiously leaned against the door frame, her almond eyes fixed on the reflection cast on the glass door.
Inside the bathroom, not a sound escaped. What could have happened? Did Omari really make a move?
She almost couldn’t resist barging in to see, but since she had just agreed to let Omari handle it on his own, she also wanted to see if he would truly betray the organization.
Well, she would find out soon enough.
As time ticked by second by second, Sophie leaned against the door, almost falling asleep. She squinted for a moment, feeling an unprecedented stiffness in her neck. She covered her petal-like lips with one hand and let out an elegant yawn.
What time was it?
She raised her wrist, glanced at the clock face, and saw the time: 10:36. Twenty minutes had passed. Even if he was making a world map, Omari should have finished it by now. Would he play it cool?
After all, he had only worked for the Lucas family for less than two months, and it was hard to guarantee his loyalty.
Just as Sophie couldn’t resist pushing open the bathroom door, a flash of white appeared in front of her.
A man held a map, and with a slightly cold expression, handed it to her. “Take it.”
“It’s done?”
Sophie’s eyes lit up as she unbelievingly took the map from him and quickly opened it. The lines and symbols on it were exactly the same as the ones she had seen before.
The smile on her lips broadened as she rolled up the map and lightly tapped the man’s shoulder in approval. “Well done, not a single detail amiss. I thought Mr. Lara would obey your sweetheart.”
As she spoke, her gaze also fell on the beauty still sleeping in the bathtub, her murderous intent revealed.
Sophie’s dagger appeared again as she prepared to step into the bathroom.
“Now that the map’s in our maps, she’s become worthless, why not…”
Kill her!
“Don’t you dare hurt her!”
Omari stepped in front of her in one swift move, his gaze cold and intense. “If you want to kill her, you’ll have to kill me first.”
“This… haha, just a joke, you’re serious?”
He was really devoted, even when she herself was in deep water, he still wanted to protect Cheyenne.
Sophie suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. She had been with Rohan, that old man, since she was sixteen, and hadn’t gained anything in so many years. Even for the mission, she had been with many men, all of them only interested in her body.
As for the heart… she didn’t need it!
Afraid that Sophie would continue to pay attention to Cheyenne, Omari cleverly changed the subject. “Aren’t you going to present this map and take credit? The head of the family will surely be pleased.”
What? From his tone, did he want to snatch the credit away from her?
Like a treasure, Sophie tucked the map into her sleeve and gracefully turned to leave.
As she left, she didn’t forget to warn him, “Cheyenne is our trump card, don’t even think about letting her escape.”
Omari looked at Cheyenne with deep affection, as if he couldn’t bear to let her leave. “She’s finally by my side, how could I bear to let her go?”
Sophie felt like she shouldn’t have asked, feeling envious as she was forced to see display of affection.
In Onistead.
The night wind blew in from the empty alley entrance, cold and irritating. This small alley, called “Peace Alley,” was the only old and ancient place in this bustling metropolis.
Unfortunately, Nora stood before a puddle of bright red blood in this alley.
Illuminated by the faint moonlight, the blood flowed like a winding snake along the joints of the bluestone pavement, all the way to her feet.
She was wearing a new pair of white high-heeled shoes today, and she had just stepped out when they were stained with this jarring crimson.
Usually, she only watched sweet, youthful campus romance dramas. Where had she encountered such a bloody scene before?
In an instant, her face drained of color.
It seemed that something not quite pleasant had just happened up ahead. What should she do? Should she continue forward?
But this was the only way to where she needed to go.
Just as Nora hesitated in her mind, a faint night breeze carried a deep and magnetic voice of pain to her ears.
From the darkness of the alley came a man’s plea for help. The voice was not loud, but Nora heard it clearly.
He said-
“Help me!”
At that moment, the moon emerged from the thick clouds, casting a cold light on that dark corner.
She also saw clearly the scene before her-only a man in his middle age, soaked in blood, lying on the stone pavement. His snow-white shirt was dyed a powdery purple.
In the moonlight, his resolute yet handsome face appeared even paler. With a high nose bridge and deeply set eyes reflecting her terrified expression.
The man seemed to be in a dire situation, straining to get up but to no avail.
He could only reach out a blood-soaked, crimson hand to Nora and pleaded once again, “Save me.”
He was quite handsome.
Initially, Nora had wanted to cover her eyes, to walk past quickly, as if none of this had happened.
She didn’t know if it was the man’s appearance that captivated her, or the anticipation and brilliance in his eyes when he had just looked at her that softened her heart.
Regardless, she made up her mind-she would save him.
Stepping forward on her slender, delicate legs, she crouched in front of the man and inquired in a soft, sweet voice, “Sir, can you hear me?”
The man nodded with difficulty, his voice hoarse, “Help me up.”
As he spoke, he lifted his head.
Seeing him at such close quarters allowed Nora to deeply sense the man’s beauty and the bloody, cold, domineering aura emanating from him.
He seemed to be no ordinary person, exuding a dangerous scent throughout.
She had chosen to save him, not knowing if it was the right or wrong decision.
However, the man did not give her the chance to regret. He shifted the majority of his weight onto Nora’s delicate shoulders.
Urgently, he commanded, “Hurry, they’re still nearby.”
Nora took a breath, feeling as if a small mountain had suddenly been placed on her shoulders.
In her heart, a questioning murmur couldn’t help but ask:
They?
Who are they?
Suddenly, a disordered sound of footsteps echoed from the mouth of the alley, and an unknown voice shouted in the dark night.
Startled, the young woman shuddered all over, feeling completely at a loss.
“We found them, over there!”
The man glanced lightly at the shadows chasing after them and immediately, almost as a command, stated in Nora’s ear, “Don’t look back, keep walking straight ahead, and hurry!”