Dylan did not know what was running through Arielle's mind. Spotting the white bandage around her arm, he asked with a pained look in his eyes, “How did you get hurt?”
Recalling how the four assassins had attacked her, Arielle answered coldly, “Someone wants me dead.”
“What?” Dylan widened his eyes in astonishment. She's here as an esteemed guest at my invitation. Who would dare to target her?
“I don't know who wants to kill me, but if it weren't for the bodyguards and this passerby, I'd probably be dead by now.” Arielle glanced toward Vinson as she spoke. He was the passerby she was referring to.
Just moments earlier, Arielle had thought of a plan that would allow Vinson to stay by her side.
Dylan's expression darkened. I don't care who it was. I won't let anyone who dares to lay a hand on her get away with it.
“Don't worry, Ms. Moore. I'll find the culprits as soon as possible,” he declared solemnly, concealing how upset he felt.
There's no way I'll spare the lives of those responsible for this.
Arielle gazed at him and said, “It's important to capture the culprits, but it's even more important to find out who was the mastermind behind the incident.”
She was curious to know who she had angered to the point that the person actually sent assassins to kill her.
“Absolutely,” Dylan replied with a nod.
Even if she hadn't mentioned it, I would've made sure to investigate the matter. The woman I loved the most
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