Chapter 724 Add Insult To Injury (Part Three) (1/2)

Ling only slouched in her seat as she frowned at his words and commented, ”Apply tactics to the enemy and loved ones alike. Mr. Brian Long, you are indeed ruthless.”

Brian just sneered at her words, and his gaze went back to the distance in front of him. The neon lights of the street shop signage shone brightly and stared back at him, as if to mock his sour mood with their happy colors. He was deep in thought. If he hadn't gone to the bar on that one snowy night, maybe he wouldn't have met her. Then, she wouldn't have gone through all these sufferings.

His eyes darkened at his thoughts and a tear threatened to fall from his eyes. Well, there was no ”if” in life.

He firmly pushed back all his strong emotions and spoke to Ling again. ”None of these is your concern,” Brian said icily, ”Just get your own job done.”

”What do you plan to do to push her to despair?” The air was balmy as Ling asked. Even though Ling thought differently and had other ideas in mind, she would fulfill her task dutifully as ordered by the prince. After all, doing the prince's bidding was their team's lifelong commitment.

Brian looked at Ling with an unreadable expression and said, ”That depends on you. Let's see how good your performance can be.”

Their team was composed of five women, each with their own skill sets and different types of personalities. Some of them were sultry and siren-like, while the others were aloof or cute. They were trained by the royal family for special tasks and operations. They were superb in martial arts as well as in the art of disguise. They could play anyone one wished them to be. Their skills went far beyond the average person's imagination.

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Molly's eyelids opened tentatively, and a masked woman came into her view. She felt them inside a moving vehicle. She had regained her consciousness halfway to the hospital, but she insisted on getting off the ambulance. The paramedics had no choice and soon relented. They stopped by the curb and put on the coat from a bystander for her, then let her out.

The dark navy blue down jacket obviously belonged to a man. She looked rather tiny as the large coat swallowed her lithe figure. She sneered bitterly at the fact that a male stranger put the jacket on her -- well he was a man, but it wasn't the man she loved so much. That said, the man she loved was instead holding another woman in his arms, and God knows wherever they were now.

That idea made her petite, pale face scrunch up in sorrow. Tears began to brim once again in her eyes, but she managed to force them back in an