NovelEnglishChapter 1331: Serena and Patrick quickly followed suit, and soon everyone was taken aback by the setting they entered.
The space below was starkly different from above. Encased in glass walls, the thirty-square-meter area felt oppressively cramped with more than a dozen people inside.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Wow, the Fletcher family really outdid themselves with this twisted setup. It's so secure, not even a dog could escape," a burly man among the group remarked.
The group silently agreed, finding the environment more repellent than any they had encountered before.
"Valentin is just beyond this door," Samson announced with a refined smile, pointing to a mirrored door that blended seamlessly with its surroundings. He pressed a spot on the wall, and suddenly, a piece of glass morphed into a door handle.
Samson turned the handle, pulling the door open while positioning himself to one side. With a forceful twist, he stepped back as the door swung open, not to an exit, but to a solid wall. From its many small openings, black smoke began to pour out, quickly filling the space with thick, choking clouds.
From his hidden spot, Samson's eyes gleamed with wild delight at his own cunning. He chuckled softly to himself, thinking that this setup, originally intended for a greater scheme, was perhaps a bit extravagant to use on these few.
Yet, the anticipated cries of distress never came. In a swift motion, Harlee dashed forward, throwing what appeared to be a smoke grenade. "Protect your faces and cover your mouths!" she shouted.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFresh chapters uploaded on galnovalsSurprised by her quick action, Samson looked out, only to find his vision engulfed in smoke.
Suddenly, with a loud pop, the smoke bombs went off, effectively sealing all the holes in the wall. Samson's meticulously set trap was neutralized before he could grasp what had happened. The room quickly cleared of smoke, as if nothing had occurred.
Stunned, Samson was at a loss for words. How had Harlee broken his careful preparations with such a simple toss of grenades? As he attempted to discern her next move, his vision blurred momentarily. Then, abruptly, he felt a firm grip on his neck as he was slammed against the glass wall, the handle piercing into his back. “Ah!" Samson screamed in agony, nearly collapsing from the pain.
As his vision cleared, Samson found Harlee standing before him, poised and controlled, her fingers tightening around his neck. "Well, Samson, has your performance met your expectations?" "You..." Samson gasped, attempting to break free, but as he moved, the pressure on his neck intensified. Resigned, he stared at Harlee incredulously. "How did you anticipate this? It's not possible... not possible..." How had she foreseen the trap in this secluded prison and neutralized it so easily? "Don't tellyou thought you were the only one capable of setting traps," Harlee mocked, a smirk crossing her face. "Playing games with traps is beneath me.”
Paulina had claimed that her escape from Vloustin City to Baythorn had been fraught with danger, with assassins always a step behind! Despite being shot in the abdomen, she had somehow managed to make it to Remson Manor. Harlee smirked. Were those assassins simply incompetent? Why had they failed to ensure their target was truly neutralized?
Paulina insisted she had feigned death to escape, but Harlee was skeptical. If the assassins had If the managed to land a shot, why hadn't they followed through to confirm the kill?
"Paulina's acting is hardly convincing." Harlee, her eyes gleaming with a hint of amusement ΟΠ and full of open mockery, glanced at Samson. "Paulina's escape was merely a lure. You planned forto cto the Fletcher family estate to fulfill the promise I once made to her. You need my help to decode the treasure map."
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