NovelEnglish“Madam, sir, a gunman has infiltrated our sanctum, demanding an audience with Miss Smith.”
“What? How could an armed intruder breach our defenses?” A pallor gripped Jimena’s countenance.
“His appellation is Harlan. Presently, he occupies the hall, yet Miss Smith is…”
Holden’s pulse surged, his blood pressure threatening to overthrow equilibrium as he nearly succumbed to unconsciousness.
A few years earlier, Harlan had forsaken the mantle of the family’s legacy, departing for Raven Island, where he adopted a lethal vocation as an assassin. Corpses marked his path, and those marked by his gaze inevitably met skeletal fate.
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Though the Smith family’s fortifications were formidable, Harlan’s infiltration hinted at his ominous prowess.
“My dear! My dear!”
Holden grappled with a tenacious effort to rise, summoning his inner strength to buoy his spirits.
“Assistin traversing to him.”
Was Harlan’s intent annihilation for them all?
Emerging from within, Holden found Harlan leisurely ensconced upon a classical sofa in the hall, one leg casually crossed over the other, sipping tea.
Were it not for the silent presence of a firearm beside the emerald green teacup, one might have mistaken him for a casual guest, here to engage in friendly discourse.
“Welcome, Mr. Curtis. I apologize for the less-than-stellar reception,”
Holden remarked, his smile painted with artifice.
“Tis of no concern. I shan’t fritter it away needlessly. Mr. Smith, kindly usher Mavis into my presence forthwith. Following our encounter, I shall promptly depart, her fate sealed by my bullet,”
Harlan stated with a detached air, his gaze unwavering.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe aimed to end Mavis’ life here! The reality was beyond Holden’s worst imaginings. A reflexive hand rose to banish the beads of cold sweat gathering on his brow.
Jimena attempted to interject, but Holden forestalled her.
A malevolent grin curled across Harlan’s lips, radiating a frigid aura that permeated the atmosphere.
Mavis remained the sole entity to elude his grasp. Her survival had been a thorn in his side for far too long; today, her demise must be realized.
Holden’s smile endured, his words maintaining a veneer of Lightness.
“Pray, enlighten me, Mr. Curtis, what transgression has my naive daughter committed to incur your ire?”
Harlan arched a sardonic eyebrow, his tone cloaked in detachment.
“Thanks to her, a dear companion of mine hovered at death’s threshold.
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