“I don’t know. I only heard that a woman was captured, and she divulged something about Marcus’injury. I truly don’t know who she is.”

Harlan’s grip tightened, and the man felt as if his scalp was about to tear away.

“I really don’t know… Please, just kill me.”

Releasing the man, Harlan and Marcus exchanged a knowing glance. A name sprang to both theirminds simultaneously.

Marcus’ eyes narrowed.

“Miss Smith? Is she still at your villa?”

Harlan shook his head, annoyance creeping into his expression. He had warned her not to divulgewhat she had seen, but she had ignored him.

Observing Marcus’ continued scrutiny, Harlan reached for his phone.

He recalled that Mavis had stored her number in it.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Quickly locating it, he dialed the number.

“Harlan.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m at home. What’s wrong?

Home? Harlan’s mind raced. Had Bruce released her after learning what he needed? After a pause, heinstructed, “Come to the hospital.”

“Hospital? Are you sick?” Mavis’s voice was filled with concern.

Before Harlan could reply, she continued, “Alright, which hospital?

I’ll be there shortly.”

Harlan named the hospital.

Twenty minutes later, Mavis rushed into the hospital, bearing a large basket of fruit.

As she swung the door open, she called out, “Harlan, where are you injured? Why did you ask me tocome to the garage?”

When she entered the room and took in the still, silent surroundings, confusion settled over her face.Her eyes darted to the two dying figures sprawled on the ground, and her voice faltered.

“ihat’s happening here?”

A chilling sense of dread pervaded the room, permeated with a malevolent intent.

The man she had been so concerned about stood uninjured, his eyes fixed on her in a furious stare.

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