At Mitchell's words, Angie seemed to be drained of her strength. There was nothing left to support her body.
She felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, freezing her to the bone.
She was clueless. Mitchell's short words and plain tone were like a disaster to her.
With Caleb's reputation, almost no one dared to provoke him. He was an arms dealer on the surface, but he was not that clean in private either.
Clean people could not get a foothold in countries abroad.
He sold weapons and trafficked drugs.
He sold people and also killed them.
Caleb was a man who did any atrocity and was inextricably linked to terrorists.
Countries hated him to the core, but without proof, he remained as stable as ever.
No one knew where her father's home base was. The international police had raided several bases through informants, but none of them were real.
He basically never showed up, except this time...
They unexpectedly lost to Eric.
Angie felt like a fool for coming here and throwing herself into the net.
Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous!
She turned her head fiercely and stared at Mitchell gloomily, as if she was looking at another person. Her voice was hoarse and dark.
"I’ll kill you. I'll kill you all!"
Mitchell did not react. He watched Angie being taken away and disappeared from his sight.
Then, he slowly sighed in relief.
The stiff atmosphere instantly relaxed, but the banquet hall had long been silent. All the people had left, so it was cold and quiet. It was a completely different scene from the laughter from before.
A bodyguard in disguise came over. "Mitchell, the guests have all left safely, but Ms. Quimbey is still at the door looking around...”
Mitchell laughed.
He paused with a few hints of amusement in his gaze.
"Leave her be. Ms. Quimbey loves to watch the fun. Just let her watch."
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