Shocked, Yvette wanted to go out.
But the man did not trigger the elevator’s sensor. Thus, the elevator door had already closed and the elevator started to go down.
The man stood next to her, wearing a baseball cap and mask, exposing no facial characteristics.
Yvette stood straight and stayed alert.
Ti ticked by.
Yvette was keeping an eye on the screen displaying the floor they were on and the other eye on the man in the corner.
She did not even blink.
She saw the man looking around.
The elevators at the venue were all equipped with surveillance caras with no blind spots. The man seed to glance at the surveillance cara.
Yvette felt the ti in the elevator was unbearably long.
Finally, the elevator reached the underground floor.
Yvette’s legs beca stiff.
"Ting."
The elevator door opened.
The man stood still as if he was waiting for her to go out first.
Yvette walked out with stiff legs, and the sound of footsteps ca from behind.
She saw her car a few steps away and her driver waiting for her inside the car.
Yvette sped up, but she felt a hand on her shoulder before she reached the car.
Her entire body stiffened, and she lifted her elbow to knock back without a second thought.
The person behind her dodged, and Yvette took the opportunity to run toward the car but was stopped by a male voice.
"Yvette."
Yvette quickly turned her head and realized that the man following behind her was Lance.
She imdiately plunged into his arms, her body still trembling.
When Lance sensed her tremble, his expression turned cold.
"What’s wrong?"
Yvette looked over his shoulder and found no one around.
She wasn’t sure if she had been too sensitive.
But the man in the elevator just now had a very strong body odor, unlike local people.
She thought he was a foreigner.
But now that there was no one behind her, perhaps the man wasn’t after her.
She ca back from her trance and said, "I just took the elevator. A man ca in. I thought he was following ."
"Get in the car." Lance imdiately beca alert.
After getting in the car, he made a phone call.
Then, the exits of the entire parking lot were blocked. Soon, a team of security guards ca in and searched all over the place for suspicious people.
Even the black car that had just driven over was stopped.
The driver inside was dressed exactly the sa as the one in the elevator. But when he took off his hat, he looked like an ordinary local man.
Yvette thought that maybe she was so tired today that she had an illusion.
She held Lance’s arm and said, "It’s okay. Maybe I was just being sensitive."
Then, she apologized to the driver of the black car in embarrassnt.
Ayana got into Yvette’s car while Yvette left in Lance’s car.
After they drove away, outside the parking lot, the black car just now slowly erged.
Its driver took off his realistic mask, revealing his true face. He was indeed a foreigner.
He made a phone call, "Mr. Beckford, the mission might take longer. There are too many people guarding this woman."
New York was not like Iceland where he could easily kill anyone without any trace left.
The security force in New York was highly capable, so he must be extra careful to avoid being caught.
As he spoke, the tattoo of an emblem on the killer’s arm was illuminated by the moonlight.
In Iceland.
Keith was teasing the canary in the cage.
He stroked the canary with the tip of his finger and said with an indifferent smile, "Then put it aside for now. Alena has just woken up. I plan to cease killing for the entire month. I don’t want to make her sad."
Although Alena couldn’t rember, Yvette was still her daughter.
"Mr. Beckford, there is another thing you may be interested in," said the man on the phone.
"Go ahead?"
"This woman had once been my target before."
Keith raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "There are others who want you to kill her?"
"It’s not like that. My Tribulation Overcoming Ritual happened to fall in that month, and I needed to take lives to overco the tribulation."
This ti was the sa.
Otherwise, with his status, he wouldn’t have accepted such an assignnt.
"That person who wanted to kill Yvette last ti is related to you," the man reminded Keith.
"My niece?" Keith asked.
"Yes, but I didn’t expect Yvette to be so lucky to survive," said the killer in regret.
He rembered that he saw Yvette’s car disintegrate and fall into the river.
He was shocked that Yvette should survive at that ti.
"Don’t worry, Mr. Beckford. I will definitely finish her this ti." The man smiled evilly, "I shall not fail again."
Keith said calmly, "Finish her a month later."
He continued to tease the little bird when it suddenly pecked at his hand.
Crack.
Keith grabbed the canary’s neck and snapped it coldly without any hesitation.
The beautiful canary lay silently in the cage.
A look of infatuation appeared in Keith’s eyes as he touched the dead canary. "That’s my girl."
At this ti, there was a sudden noise outside the door.
"Who is there?"
Keith hung up the phone and rushed over in a second.
He opened the door.
It was Alena who groveled on the stairs.
Keith’s sight instantly turned cold, as cold as when he killed that bird.
He slowly approached her and said word by word in a very cold voice, "Alena, why are you here?"
Her shoulders trembled. She looked up and said with fear, "Keith, I can’t find you."
Keith froze for a mont and stared at her.
Finally, he said, "What are you afraid of? I didn’t go anywhere."
"Keith, my feet hurt so much."
Alena had a mature and beautiful face, but her innocent look was also consistent with her.
Keith slowly squatted down, revealing a cruel smile on his face. "I’ll carry you back."
He carried up Alena who was as glamorous as fireworks. She rested her chin on his shoulder, showing complete trust and dependence.
They looked in different directions with different things on their minds.
...
Yvette got up in the morning and went to work in Lance’s car.
As soon as she got out of the car, she was surrounded by a group of dia reporters.
"Ms. Lynn, Ms. Beckford revealed that you have had an affair with Mr. Wolseley. Is it true that you are a ho wrecker?"
"Ms. Thiel, may I ask if the love triangle between you, Ms. Beckford, and Mr. Wolseley is true?"
"Ms. Thiel, do you know that Ms. Beckford is pregnant with the child of Mr. Wolseley?"
The shower of questions stunned Yvette.
What the hell is Juliette doing?
What do they an by stepping between Juliette and Lance?
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