Nighttime...
"Damn... Why hasn't anyone come yet? Is Nolan Lorian lying to me?" Belfor gritted his teeth in frustration.
He had been waiting for Nolan's people since this afternoon, but there was still no sign of their arrival.
Doubt began to creep in—had he been deceived?
Just as his frustration reached its peak, the sound of footsteps echoed from the front. A tall, white-haired woman suddenly appeared.
She wore a black dress and a mask that covered her entire face.
Her eyes were blue, but there was no trace of kindness in them. Instead, her gaze was sharp, like frost frozen into crystal shards, ready to pierce at any moment.
Belfor shivered and took three steps back.
"Who are you? Are you an assassin sent by my enemies to eliminate me?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Even imprisoned, he knew his enemies would not leave him alone. He had long offended many people.
