"Took you long enough, Master." Hecate tilted her head, staring at the gorgeous white-haired lady whose pearl-like eyes gleamed with arrogance and brilliance.
"Sorry about making you two wait... Several pests merely wasted my time in the outskirts of New York." Alastair's lips curved into an arrogant smile.
Damien glanced at the boss and remarked. "They must be bothering you about Francine. Did she really kill the Sixth Paragon?"
His question attracted the attention of both Alastair and Hecate.
"Has the news spread so far into the East Coast, Damien?" Alastair raised an eyebrow while he shook his head and responded. "No, I just heard of it."
"When I heard that the Sixth Paragon confronted Francine. I knew that it was a matter of time until only one of them would leave the conversation alive."
"So... Did the Sixth Paragon really die?" Damien inquired after explaining how he received the information.
