Chapter 340
Kylie’s face turned ashen, then flushed as the stares of the crowd bore into her. Her most private secrets laid bare for all to see.
Shermaine actually used such a method to publicly humiliate her. Even if Kylie didn’t care about others‘ opinions of herself, she wished she could tear her apart to vent her fury. And then there was Klaus. Kylie still needed him, and she couldn’t let him turn against her.
The slap from Klaus had left her dizzy, but Kylie recovered quickly. “Klaus, why so worked up? Everyone has their quirks. Compared to sleeping around, is what I did so terrible?”
It wasn’t exactly outrageous, but Klaus hadn’t known that she had entertained so many men, and she even took pleasure in such strange ways.
Kylie met his gaze, deadly serious. “If you can’t accept me, then we’re done. But I can promise you this. When
we’re together, my heart will belong only to you.”
Klaus‘ anger evaporated instantly. Guilt flooded him. He stepped forward, hands reaching for her. “I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have slapped you.”
“It’s fine. Kill that woman, and I’ll forgive you.”
“Consider it done.”
Shermaine watched, unimpressed, as Kylie wrapped Klaus around her finger in seconds. A scoff escaped her.
Klaus raised his pistol and fired, shattering the screen displaying Kylie’s compromising photos. Then, he holstered
the pistol and drew a combat knife instead. As a top assassin, he had never considered Shermaine an opponent.
Shermaine didn’t even flinch as he advanced.
People around her urged, “Professor Jean, run!”
She smiled, “Focus on protecting yourselves.” Klaus was just a top assassin. There was nothing to fear.
Kylie’s combat skills were mediocre at best. She had clawed her way to second rank through cunning and Klaus‘
favor.
Smiling smugly, Kylie watched with anticipation. With Klaus stepping in, she couldn’t wait to see Shermaine’s
gruesome end.
Molly had planned to deal with the assassins surrounding the building. But by the time she went outside, Roy had cleaned up most of them. The only thing left for him to do was disarm the remaining bombs.
Roy looked harmless and delicate. Molly had assumed he was some weakling. To her surprise, he was quite skilled.
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He dusted off his hands, feeling satisfied with the job done. From the corner of his eye, he spotted Molly leaning against the wall, watching him with interest. His previously fierce demeanor melted away in an instant. He flashed her a bright smile, revealing a pair of canines.
Molly walked over and noticed a few unruly strands sticking up from his pink hair. She smoothed them down. “Your hair is a mess.” It was the first time she had ever been this gentle with a man.
Roy was thrilled. Molly’s casual gesture sent his heart soaring. If she kept this up, he was pretty sure he would faint from sheer excitement.
Just then, one of the downed assassins moved, groping for a nearby pistol. “Go to hell!”
Molly had already sensed the movement the moment he reached for the pistol. She yanked Roy aside as a bullet slammed into the wall behind them.
In a swift motion, she kicked the assassin square in the face, sending him flying backward in a spray of blood before he collapsed, unconscious.
Roy’s hand was still in Molly’s grip. The intoxicating scent of her perfume was so close. He could already feel the warmth of an impending nosebleed.
Desperate not to embarrass himself again, he tilted his head back, willing the blood to stay put.
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