The other party wasn’t someone who knew Wynter before. After all, her identity was


    safe now.


    However, no matter who it was, attacking her in the alley was equivalent to a


    vition of her taboo-Margaret lived there.


    The gangster trembled, scared to death. He stammered, “I-I don’t know! Miss, we usually do odd jobs.


    We’ll do anything if the client pays us. I don’t know who asked us toe here!”


    His words sounded confused, and something sounded wrong to Wynter.


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    She demanded, “Are you taking illegal orders?”


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