Chapter 1868


    "You got it spot on," Arabe chimed in, "Next up, the puppet master''s gonna be peeping at our every


    move. What we gotta do ain''t to mess up our own game, but to lock up these hitmen and keep


    spreading the word that Erik''s hanging by a thread and ready to spill the beans on the past at any


    moment. That''ll make them antsy enough to slip up."


    Arabe continued, "With holidaysing, both kin and business associates are likely to drop by—


    especially after my identity''s out in the open—we''ll have even more visitors. If our mystery foe wants to


    check if Erik''s really kicked the bucket, they''ll probablye snooping around themselves."


    With a sly smile, she added, "Then, we''ll see who''s too curious about Erik, and who wants to sneak


    down to the basement. That''s when they''ll show their true colors."


    "You’re right on the money," Hans agreed, "With New Year around the corner, I reckon they won''t stir


    the pot in the next couple days, so as not to raise any rms."


    Chasel grinned, "Just as sis said, we wait for them toe knocking during the festivities, and


    everything will be clear as day."


    After all, those who didn''t know them had no reason to harm them. It had to be someone close who


    nned the clinic fire back in the day.


    What the mastermind had aimed to snuff out were Keh and Louisa.


    Arabe was just an unintended pawn in this conspiracy, which led to a whole series of events.


    "As we nabbed all the hitmen today, they’ll know we are gonna beef up security, and would definitely


    not waltz in here to meet their maker in the next few days," rk confirmed.


    "Now, we just need to hear how Sean''s holding up."


    No sooner had Arabe finished speaking than the head of security stepped forward, "Ms. Be, we''ve


    thoroughly checked the basement; it''s clean of any bugs. We''ve scoured the ce inside and out,


    multiple times."


    Arabe nodded and whispered her next instructions.


    Hearing Ms. Be’s n, the security chief was impressed with her smarts and promptly saluted,


    "Understood."


    "Sis, your noggin''s sharper than a tack. They''ll likely buy into it." rk patted Arabe''s head, amazed


    at her calm and strategic mind in the face of danger.


    Meanwhile.


    Ophelia had just left the Collins residence when she realized she was being tailed.


    As a pro race car driver, she spotted seven or eight cars doggedly pursuing her. Though she managed


    to shake off a few, the rest clung on stubbornly.


    While passing under a bridge under construction, her car skidded after a silenced shot took out her tire,


    and crashed into a bridge column. ss shattered all around her.


    The airbag deployed just in time, but a shard nicked her forehead.


    A dozen hitmen jumped out, firing at her car relentlessly.


    Ophelia unbuckled and ducked low, as bullets turned her car''s interior to swiss cheese.


    Someone tossed a smoke grenade inside. The smoke was thin, but it made her drowsy. She tried


    covering her nose, but the fatigue was relentless.


    She saw the potted nts Be had given her had toppled over, soil scattered all over. She reached


    out, but as her bun was peeked out by the hitmen, she got shot and was forced back down.


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    Suddenly, more vehicles approached fast and stopped nearby.


    Ophelia knew her luck had run out.


    She pulled out her phone wearily, and the first contact was Be.


    She sent Arabe a voice message, "Be, looks like your nts won''t make it. Next time, bring me


    something cheaper, or I''ll feel bad. Drop by my folks, and marry Romeo soon. Live a safe and happy


    life and no more dangerous stunts"


    Including avenging her.


    Ophelia released the button and sent her voice message. As footsteps approached, she knew it was


    the end.