Chapter b352 /b

She leaned back against a chair. “Hitting you won’t change anything. It’s time to go big. He wants me dead? I hear he has a secret base in Pyreson. Gel everything we need. I’m going to blow it off the map.

“Okay.” Ryan said, his voice firm.

Winifred stood before a factoryplex. She walked in alone. Momentster, the sky lit up bas /bba /bmassive fire erupted. One by one, several connected buildings exploded in a chain reaction.

In a nearby patch of woods, the factory’s owner, a man named Donald Davies, was deep in discussion with Fay Santos. He shot to his feet at the sound of the explosions.

He watched in horror as his entire operation vanished in a sea of fire, his eyes wide with disbelief. He nearly fainted.

“No. No. Somebody, bhelp/b. Call the fire department. Put it out.” Donald screamed, his voice cracking with panic.

Heart pounding, Donald stumbled on weak legs toward the inferno.

Fay Santos saw his product–and his deal–go up in smoke. There was no reason to stay.

“Mr. Davies, I’ll be going now. We can discuss our partnership another time.”

Donald knew it bwas /bover. “Mr. Santos, wait, he pleaded desperately. “Don’t go. Listen to me, I still have the form. I can make more. Just give me some time, I promise”

Fay didn’t even turn around. “No need. You should probably worry about the fire.”

“No. Fay, you can’t do this to me. We’ve worked together three times, and I’ve always given you the best cut. You bhave /bno conscience.”

Donald’s desperation turned to rage, and vile words started spilling from his bmouth/b.

“Fay, you’re just apdog for the Umbre Organization. Do you really think you’re in chargeb? /bI heard your boss isn’t happy with you. That’s why they sent you to this backwater dump.

“You deserve this, Fayb. /bbYou /bgot what wasing to you.

“Agh!” As he spoke, Donald felt ba /bbsudden /bwarmth on his neck. He raised a hand bto /bit and felt blood gushing between his fingers, impossible to stop.

His eyes widened in terror as he slowly copsed to the ground.

Winifred had been nning to finish him herself, but someone had beaten her to it

She was about to leave when bshe /bsaw Fay pull a photograph from his pocket and gently wipe it bclean/b.

Winifred froze. She recognized the person in the picture instantly. It was her sister.

“Who is this guy? She thought, her mind racing.

Why did he have a picture of Sienna?

Winifred followed him. When he arrived bback /bat a vi, Winifred bgot /bout of her car band /btrailed him.

As she crept toward the house, she saw the living room light switch on.

bShe /bhesitated, deciding to pull back for now,

“A bguest /bshould feel wee to be /bbinside/b,” a voice called out. “Why are you hesitating, miss!”

bWinifred /bstopped in her tracks and turned to see a young man with striking white hair. His features were delicate band /bethereally beautiful, yet his face was a bnk /bmaskb, /bhis eyes as cold and lifeless as a machine’s

10:25 AM bc /b

“Who are you?” Winifred demanded.

Fay took ba /bslow step forward. “That’s a funny question, isn’t it? You follow me all the way to my home, and bnow /byou ask who I am?”

Winifred’s body went taut, her fists bclenching /bbas she /bprepared to take bhim /bdownb. /b

Fay suddenly turned his back to her. “I wouldn’t try anything. You’re not leaving. Don’t be stupid if you want to live.”

Only then did Winifred realize they were no longer alone.

The grounds were now bswarming /bwith people who had appeared out of bnowhere/bb, /bwithout ba /bsingle bsound/b.

“So, Fay said, “shall we go inside band /bbtalk/b? You came here seeking revenge on Mr. Davies after burning down his factory. How did end up at my home?”

Trapped. Winifred had no choice bbut /bto lower her weapon. Tjust have one bquestion/bb./bb“/b.

“Hm, Fay nodded, looking bored.

Winifred’s voice was tight. “The photo you were looking at earlier. I want to see it

bFay’s /bexpression changed in ban /binstant, his face bing a mask of dark, chilling fury

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