The Assassin
Author: VJ Tells
last update2025-03-03 11:24:51

Duke Morgan had just walked out on the deck– no matter how disgusted he felt by the presence of that desperate couple, he wanted to witness Julius' punishment for them.

He saw Quella running away towards the back of the deck like a cockroach who had just been sprayed by pesticide, and commanded one of his guards.

“Huh! Just take that girl on a cutter boat, and dump her on the shore. And yes! Make sure I don't see their faces ever again.”

The Duke adjusted his sleeves, as if he had just thrown away a disgusting piece of garbage. And then, lifted a flute of champagne.

“Well, now that all the unnecessary people are out of the way…”

His cold demeanor morphed into a regal smile.

“Let’s make sure to enjoy this evening to the most!! We are looking forward to a wonderful partnership with the Hammonds, and tonight, we will celebrate in their honor!”

The guests cheered, as the tension from earlier was forgotten in an instant.

“Tomorrow afternoon, a panel will review the tenders for the proj
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