NovelBar"Once Atlas finds out who dared lay a hand on me, he'll deal with them. Navi can easily abandon you at a critical moment, saying it was his subordinate's decision and had nothing to do with him. You can judge for yourself." After saying that, I calmly sat down. The smell of blood in the room and the tension of betting my life on this story I had made up madefeel exhausted and extremely ufortable.
I glanced at Tristan. "What tis it?" I asked that question to maintain myposure, but to be honest, I really wanted to know the time. My mind was on fire, and I had no idea what was happening inside or what this ruthless killer, Millard, would do.
Tristan raised his hand to check his watch. "It's 4 p.m., Mrs. Chloe." I grew nervous. There were only three hours left until Xavier's operation.
Millard looked atcalmly, but he seemed a little nervous himself. He scrutinizedintently, afraid I would deceive him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You can takeback to your base since Atlas is there. You can easily handover to Navi too," I continued to goad him. "Or maybe you have followers you can trust at the base. You can ask them if Atlas is there." I tried to give him a way out. I was sure Atlas must be at the base by now.
Millard looked atthen turned to say something to his men before stepping out.
His men immediately perked up, and Tristan tapped my shoulder. "Mrs. Chloe, may I pour you swater?" I glanced at him. When I saw the brightness in his eyes, I understood the hint. He was askingif he could take action.
I surveyed the armed men around us. There were roughly 13 of them, not including Millard, who had left.
"No." I shook my head. We were entirely outnumbered, and I couldn't let Tristan take the risk.
At this moment, Millard returned briskly to the room.
His face was more contorted, and he seemed paler. He stared atintently, circling aroundwithout speaking.
I was certain that he had confirmed what I had said.
Tristan looked at Millard. "What now? Do you see the truth?" Millard suddenly rushed toward me, and Tristan immediately shielded me. "Stay back!" Ignoring Tristanpletely, Millard approached and looked atemotionlessly. He almost looked like he had lost his soul. Then he spoke sinisterly, "If I help you, what's in it for me?" I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the tension in my nerves dissipate.
Meanwhile, Millard grew more anxious after asking that question. It was as though my tension had been transferred to him. "It depends on what you want.” I looked into his eyes as he stared back, seemingly trying to figure out if I was lying. He focused intensely on me, afraid of missing any details. en.kikistories UMS "Will you givewhatever I want?" he asked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Tellwhat you want." I remainedposed, and my tone was firm.
He looked at me, and I met his gaze I without flinching. I knew what y doing. As long as he was spears up Thad the upper hand. en.kikistories The room fell silent, and the atmosphere felt oppressive.
I wasn't in a hurry. I looked at him arrogantly, waiting for him to speak.
"If... if I want to return to the Huffman family, can you helpwith that?" He finally voiced his biggest dream.
I looked at him, incredulous at his request. Then I smiled lightly, and his eyes suddenly flickered, his face turning cold.
"You can't do it?" He saw my indifferent expression and felt embarrassed and angry. Suddenly, he raised his gun and pointed it at my head. "Are you playing me?" en kikistories UMS
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