005: The Man with the Mask (5)

Tara Summer crouched, buttoning up her clothes and moving toward the room door. The sound of gunfire was ceaseless next to her ear, she couldn't afford to look at what was happening behind her. Just as she was about to reach the door, it was suddenly forced opened with a multitude of men, tens, even hundreds—bursting into the room.

She covered her mouth to prevent any sound from escaping, she watched in astonishment what looked like a gang fight straight from a movie screen!

Yourst only a couple of minutes, dozens of assassins outside the windows fell one after another. The only one who was caught alive refused to reveal who was behind them.

Tara Summer watched on as a masked man aimed at the prisoner's temple and shot him dead with a bang!

Brain matter scattered everywhere and the silver gun in the man's hand was stained with a drop of blood. With an air of cold indifference, he tossed it away and said, "Clean this up. I don't want it soiling my sight."

"Yes, Young Master." Fierce Eagle, a subordinate by his side, bowed respectfully before signaling others to clean up the mess.

Once the lights in the room suddenly brightened, Fierce Eagle approached the man. He carefully examined the man's face, noticing it wasn't as terrifying as he thought, he cautiously asked, "Young Master, were you satisfied with the woman tonight?"

Woman? Liam Yancey gave a quick scan around, where was there any sign of a woman in the room at this point?

She ran? Interesting...

"Hmph." He sneered, a trace of blood lingering on his sexy, thin lips. It was the woman's blood, its sweet taste entangled on his lips and retreating with difficulty.

He didn't remove the mask on his face, his crimson eyes hiding a trace of bloodlust and amusement. "Seven days at most, I want to see her in seven days!"

He coldly issued the command before striding out of the room.

"Your wish is my command, Young Master." Fierce Eagle gave a deep bow, the rest of the subordinates in the room also bent over respectfully, not daring to raise their heads as if it would be an insult to their master.

It took several minutes for Fierce Eagle to raise his head. He stared at the door, his handsome face filled with excitement yet disbelief.

Is the young master finally willing to touch a woman?

Fierce Eagle slapped his face almost like he was in a dream.

Ten years, a full ten years, was she finally a woman who had piqued the young master's interest, someone he was willing to sleep with?!

God bless...

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Tara Summer slipped out the moment Liam Yancey fired the gun. Clutching her unbuttoned shirt, she fled that hellish place in a panic. She was surprisingly in Emperor's Mansion.

This international nightclub where the rich gathered, where one had to be a millionaire to join the club. Her elder brother was a member here, but she had never come here before. Who would be thought her first time here would be being "kidnapped"?

Could it be considered a kidnapping? After having a nice dinner and strolling down the street to digest, how dare someone abduct a lady in broad daylight, or rather, under the bright moonlight? And almost got raped after waking up!

Where is the justice? Can't a person have a fun day out?!

Full of rage, Tara Summer ran into a clothing store, which was still open late at night. Thanks to God for that.

As a regular customer, the clerks welcomed her happily. Under the astonished and puzzled gaze of everyone, Tara quickly grabbed a skirt to change into. The dried blood stain on her neck was hidden by a matching scarf. The outfit was coordinated just right, without any sign of distress.

She threw her torn shirt and ripped skirt far away, quickly paid the bill, and left swiftly.