Chapter 1727


    "Martha—"


    The swift-footed assassin approached with a troubled look on her face. She gestured for Martha to step


    aside for a private word.


    Martha didn’t expect such a buzzkill, gripping her knife tightly as she walked away, her toneced with


    impatience, "What''s up?"


    "The Collins family has sent someone," Swift said, worry etched into her features.


    "Who?" Martha''s eyes narrowed.


    "Sean."


    At the mention of his name, Martha rxed. Oh, him?


    "No worries."


    The woman appeared confused, looking at Martha curiously. Sean’s influence in Belloria was vast and


    powerful; they usually steered clear of him.


    Why was Martha suddenly unafraid?


    "Rx, I''ve done my homework."


    Martha had heard the juicy gossip that Sean and his sister Arabe were always at each other''s


    throats. They''d brawl at the drop of a hat and engage in deadly drag races. Rumor had it Sean had


    sworn to strip Arabe of her skin if he ever caught her.


    Out of options, Arabe was forced into hiding; after all, Sean was a titan in Belloria.


    "He hates her guts and probably wants to catch her and skin her himself." Martha mused, ncing in


    Arabe''s direction with a smirk of satisfaction.


    That little wretch surely never expected one of her many brothers to despise her to such an extent.


    Martha relished the sight of sibling rivalry, affirming her belief that blood ties meant less than the


    rtionships forged day by day.


    Perhaps Sean couldn''t stand Arabe''s smug, self-important look.


    In his heart, Serena must be the one who mattered most!


    "But what if," Swift spected, "he''s not here for Arabe, but to investigate the fire. Could he be after


    the Viper?"


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    After all, Sean had been relentlessly searching for Sam, who had been taken out by the Viper.


    "If he''s after the Viper, tell him Arabe killed him. And if he wants Arabe, have him wait. You can


    personally deliver her to himter."


    Martha''s gaze returned to Arabe, clutching the knife as she stepped closer.


    "You''ve got quite the collection of enemies. I thought about handing you over to him, but I just can''t


    bear the thought of you dying so easily." Martha saw the cell phone on the nearby table topple over and


    reached to set it right again, speaking into it, "Serena, watch closely. I''m about to carve a message into


    this wretch''s face."


    "Hold on, Martha!" Serena suddenly blurted out, a mix of excitement and vindication in her voice as she


    looked toward Arabe, "I want her to beg me."


    "What?" Martha didn''t grasp her meaning.