A strong sense of frustration and doubt surged in David's mind, as Emily kissed him in his astonishment. "I love you, David."
As David's emotions of pride and loss intertwined, he and Olivia's leader were on their way to a secluded mansion. The car door was opened by a sharply dressed but muscular security guard, and the leader stepped out.
She had straight and shapely legs clad in black stockings, wearing a deep blue long skirt paired with a short jacket. Around her neck was a string of pearl necklace, and in her hand, she held a limited edition small square bag.
Such a woman would fit right in walking through upscale office buildings, no different from those senior executive assistants in big corporations. Who would have thought that she was the leader of a massive killer organization
