The man slowly adjusted his cuffs.
"Not the right time."
He said lightly.
"The key is easy to take, but whether she can protect what's inside the cabinet... that's up to her."
"I must see her skills firsthand."
He slowly raised his eyes.
"If she can't even keep this little thing..."
"Then she shouldn't touch it again."
If the item fell into Tristan Lowell's hands?
Perhaps, it's a good outcome instead.
At least, it could force her to wake up, to see clearly who the real opponent is in this game.
The cryptic words in the bank hadn't dispersed, but Cora Lowell was already fuming.
She sped all the way and finally arrived at the gates of the Lowell Family.
Cora Lowell took a deep breath, then lifted her foot and kicked hard.
"Bang!" A loud noise echoed as the door was forcefully slammed open.
As soon as she stepped into the living room, she was greeted by a burst of laughter and chatter.
Tristan Lowell was lounging on the sofa, his arm wrapped around Fiona Lynch's waist.
