Comeback Of The Mysterious Master

once a distinguishe

edge of bankruptcy, its pa

expression and laughed. "I'm just mes

customed to Brennen's t

mouth, she said,

wnstairs, Brennen ro

seat invitingly, an

e drew several

de a black Mercedes-Benz, Car

d Emilee on the scooter, and in frustrati

! She's actually

turned pale

do now?" Curt Truman, weari

we should do? Take care of that fucking waiter! And make sure Emilee gets to the

"Don't worry, Mr. Pa

g here? Go!" Cary delivered

nd got into a van, which soon b

ture of a woman along with a dagger, pinning the photo to the wa

ds, a black hexagram tattoo b

shockingly s

skill that an observant eye would notic

clothes with her fingers, but as Brennen sped up,

ennen's waist. Brennen then reached back to g

ody pressed against Brennen's back, her ea

n odd se

ked the rear

e community, a Mercedes-Benz and

unexpected turns, the two veh

unaware of t

sidence, Brennen saw that the tw

hese individuals w

them away and hand

d, "Go inside and grab your ID c

rned cold. "Are

Don't be silly, just

steered the scoot

continued t

the most luxurious

ed a box from b

he found a snip

ifle, attached the silencer,

suddenly detected sounds from above. Listenin

Brennen moved up

the bedroom doors on th

panties, and black stockings hung

emanating from

water stopp

open, and Clare came out naked

ide the door with his ri

A

ng out from

rapped herself

tily closed

u!" Clare yel

ignore

over to th

just enough, taking

out his phone

I own Villa No. 6. Our water pipe burst.

Brennen set his phone d

that had been tailing him had a

irked. Int

eam of the high-end commu

oor, but nobody from

d through the doorbel

eft, puzzled by th

ere gone, Brennen

g a hole through which a figure cou

the fourth-ranked assassi

called Archie. "Send a cleanup crew t

stood,

burst open, and Clare stormed out, furious,

e nerve to show

he windowsill, observing

a purple, semi-transp

reach of ordinary people, but

rasped her phone. "Leave my house

arette. "Is this

! Do you think you own it?

eaving. "What if it turns ou

u have any idea what this place costs? 170 million! Eve

en thousand six hundred

do you see the difference between us now? I'm warning you, stay away from Emilee from now on! Do

ons! What's this about a handout? Do I

, Clare retorted, "Then wh

tirade, Brennen quickly move

as momentarily distracted

once more. "You jer

nded, and a picture frame from the wall c

was now visibl

ale with fear. "What

re into his arms and rolle