Only the dead can keep secrets, Holly Sawyer always knew this, so she always disguised herself, never letting others know her true identity.
Dylan Pierce was ant to die today, because she couldn’t allow unrelated people to see her true face.
"Boss, I’ll take care of the body."
Ben Taylor reacted, slowly opening his mouth to speak, Dylan Pierce was already dead.
The poison Holly used had no antidote, it was guaranteed to kill.
Everyone in The Pantheon knew Holly’s thods, they knew she didn’t like taking life with her own hands; she preferred to understand others’ lives through lollipops.
"Hm."
Holly put her hands in her pockets and strolled out unhurriedly.
Opening the door, many people were standing outside; she lowered her hat slightly and walked out calmly, and no one stopped her.
However, in their hearts, they were curious why a young girl would co out from inside.
"Do you want to take your boss back?"
Ben Taylor directly opened the door, Dylan Pierce lay on the ground, looking at the people outside with an unafraid expression.
This bar was his territory, what would he fear? A joke, of course, nothing.
The few people outside looked at each other in confusion.
Wasn’t their boss inside discussing cooperation? Why was he lying on the ground now? It’s strange.
Drunk?
They walked in and saw a lollipop in Dylan Pierce’s mouth; he was no longer breathing.
Lollipop?
They imdiately understood; even if they hadn’t seen her, they must have heard the rumors.
"Not just anyone can see our boss."
Ben Taylor crossed his arms and spoke slowly. In fact, when he called Holly over earlier, he had already anticipated the outco.
The few people looked at each other, and inspected the room from top to bottom, finding no other presence.
"Move the body; you don’t have as many people as we do."
Ben Taylor said in a calm tone. If a fight broke out, these people would not stand a chance against him, as he had many people, and Holly hadn’t left yet.
Holly alone was enough to deal with them, Ben Taylor thought; Holly was the type who avoided confrontation if possible, but was quite ruthless once she acted.
Dylan Pierce’s subordinates dared not say much, directly moving his body out.
The Pantheon mbers, and certainly its owner, were not to be ssed with.
The stories were heard countless tis, a single lollipop could be deadly; they had heard the rumors but never seen it, until today.
Holly sat in the booth drinking juice, which made her stand out among those drinking alcohol in the bar.
She didn’t drink much alcohol, preferred juice, but that didn’t an she couldn’t hold her liquor; in fact, she was quite good at it, she just didn’t like the taste of alcohol.
Honestly, when in the underworld for a long ti, alcohol is sothing you can’t lack, and one must have a tolerance for it.
"Boss, aren’t you going back yet?"
Ben Taylor ca over, sat opposite to Holly, poured himself a drink, and slowly spoke.
"In such a hurry to see leave?"
Holly raised her brows, smiled slightly, her tone was a bit cold.
Many of The Pantheon’s transaction places were in bars, as bars were crowded places, suitable for deals.
Holly seldom ca, unless necessary, as she wasn’t interested in these things.
"No, no, here’s a white peach oolong flavored drink, have a taste, it’s a newly developed flavor."
Ben Taylor handed a drink to Holly, speaking slowly.
Everyone in The Pantheon, if involved in the food business, would try to develop white peach oolong flavored products, just because Holly liked it.
They all favored Holly, you could say Holly was their deity, their only preference.
Not emotionally preferred, but rather a family-like preference.
They all belonged to one big family, upholding the one who brought them together, Holly. Even though Holly was young, she was the most deserving of their respect.
"Hm, tastes good, well done."
Holly sipped her drink, smiled, feeling quite pleased.
That feeling of being cared for was indeed wonderful, and she liked it.
So she never felt lacking, she could be very happy every day, really not many troubling matters.
She had quite a good mindset, plus many who cared for her and protected her, hence she could be so happy every day.
"As long as you like it."
Receiving Holly’s approval, Ben Taylor was naturally happy because this drink was developed especially for Holly.
"By the way, there’s also a fruit wine with white peach oolong flavor, boss, would you like to try it?"
Ben Taylor inquired, knowing Holly wasn’t fond of alcohol’s taste; he could offer her drinks, but with alcohol, he had to ask.
"Sure, bring it over."
Holly nodded.
She waited in the booth for Ben Taylor to bring the fruit wine.
"Miss Sawyer, what are you doing here?"
Ethan Joan was drinking with friends and his eyes fell on a booth, where he found the girl sitting there sowhat familiar.
It looked like Holly Sawyer.
He walked over; upon a closer look, it really was Holly. He was slightly surprised.
He had been sent by Leo Grant to pick her up; it was the first ti Leo had asked him to pick up a girl, indicating this girl was very important.
Holly looked like a well-behaved girl; Ethan Joan didn’t expect to see her in a bar.
"Ah, I just wanted to have so fun."
Holly blinked, upon seeing Ethan Joan, she froze for a mont.
Damn, if she’d known, she would have left sooner.
"Bars are very chaotic; does Leo know you’re at a bar?"
Ethan Joan’s tone was quite serious, he looked around, seeing only Holly in the booth; her friend apparently didn’t follow her.
"Bos...your wine."
Ben Taylor ca out with the wine, about to say "boss," but upon seeing soone next to Holly, he swallowed the word.
"Miss Sawyer, drinking is bad for your health."
Before Holly could speak, Ethan Joan said, casting a cool glance at Ben Taylor.
Ben Taylor: "..."
No, he just felt quite inexplicable, who was this person?
Holly emphasized: "It’s fruit wine."
And thought Leo Grant’s friend was indeed a bit botherso.
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