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    Mird looked at me calmly as I sat back down.


    I spoke again, asking, "Mird, do you understand the phrase ''turn over a new leaf"?"


    "Don''t believe her!" that guy shouted. "Take her away, Mird, and you''ll earn a big reward. Do you know she''s the boss''s best leverage? I''ve known for a long time. She''s As''s weakness! Mird, listen to me!"


    I looked at Mird, feeling uneasy. This guy seemed cunning and insightful. It was now or never. If this scoundrel won, I was done for.


    Tristan chuckled sarcastically, saying, "Mrs. Chloe, there''s no need to convince him anymore. When you go back, don''t mention this. Just pretend you didn''t see anything. It''s useless to reason with such people.


    "They''re content beingckeys and don''t care about being the head of anything. They''re not interested."


    The scoundrel smirked. "You want to go back? Dream on."


    Hearing his words, I nced at Mird. "It looks like I was right about you being a coward, letting this scumbag manipte you."


    I cursed at the scoundrel, but my words seemed to sting Mird.


    "I''m going to kill you!" the scoundrel said menacingly to me.


    I looked at him, and he continued to stare at me nkly. I retorted, "Moron."This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.


    Unexpectedly, the scoundrel lunged at me.


    Tristan stepped forward to shield me, but the dozen or so henchmen behind him quickly raised their guns again.


    The tension in the room skyrocketed.


    "Don''t move! If Mird dares toy a finger on me today, Anson will be done with him for good, and I''ll have done a good deed for the Huffman family. Even if I die here, Anson will soon get the news, and my death will be worthwhile."


    I looked at Mird, speaking slowly and deliberately, "But do you know what will happen next, Mird?"


    He looked at me with aplicated expression, indicating his internal struggle.


    I stared at him, equally nervous. I was gambling, and if I miscalcted, all my efforts would be in vain.


    I gritted my teeth, pretending to be calm as I continued, "If you make another mistake, there will be no turning back, not even a sliver of a chance. And, Navi-"


    Before I could finish, the scoundrel interrupted me.


    "Mird, don''t listen to her


    nonsense!" he shouted, then quickly lunged at me again. "You think you''l get a free pass just because you have something from the Huffman


    family? Today, I''ll show you''ve


    But before he could finish, a horrifying scene unfolded.


    Without warning, Mird''s dagger pierced through the scoundrel''s chest.


    The sound of flesh being prated sent chills down my spine. I pretended to remain calm but couldn''t help gasping in shock.


    Blood gushed from the scoundrel''s mouth as he stared at Mird, his mouth still moving, "You... you..."


    Mird gritted his teeth, his voice filled with matice, "I''m the only one who can kill her! Who do you think you are? You''ve meddled too much in the Huffman family''s affairs. It''s not your ce to be in charge of me.


    After saying this, Mird pushed the dagger in deeper. The scoundrel''s eyes widened, and he slumped to the ground, copsing beside the old man. Two lives were gone just like that.


    Mird proved to be ruthless, just as he said. No wonder he imed that everyone in this vige died at his hands.


    His followers stood there


    dumbfounded, and one of the locals


    shouted something. Mird


    immediately pointed his gun at him,


    cursing in their dialect. The local


    nodded quickly, not daring to speak again.


    Seizing the opportunity, I looked at Mird and whispered, "Mird, I''ll tell you another secret."