บททั้งหมดของ The Man Who Killed Me Wants My Hand: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Skyden Wolfe's POVThe steel elevator doors slid open, and something invisible struck my chest.My heart suddenly began to race. Inside stood Stilliam with a middle-aged man in his sixties.He looked only two or three years younger than the man I called Dad.He was dressed in an impeccably tailored suit. His posture was upright, exuding an overwhelming aura of authority.I knew my gut feeling couldn't be wrong."Mrs. and Mr. Wolfe, you'll have to find another elevator. The Master doesn't share elevators with the residents," Stilliam cut in coldly, spreading his arms to block our path.The Master.Even though I'd already guessed it, my head still felt like it had been struck by a sledgehammer.This old man… is my mother's killer.He's the one who destroyed my entire life—and the one who killed me in the previous timeline.Back then, I died fighting in his room, which suddenly went dark, without ever getting a chance to see his face. But my hatred had never mistaken its target.The elev

The oppressive aura emanating from the Grand Master—my adoptive father—had never changed since I first set foot in this place twenty-seven years ago.This middle-aged man stared straight at me. His cold gaze seemed capable of dissecting every layer of lies neatly tucked away in my head.However, if there's one thing I'm best at besides fighting, it's acting.I smoothed out the folds of the sexy dress hugging my body, then flashed a sweet, carefree smile."Of course I'd love to go on a date, Grand Master," I replied casually, deliberately playing with the ends of my long hair as it cascaded beautifully down my back.The Grand Master didn't respond right away. He simply scrutinized my appearance from head to toe. His gaze was so calm, yet laced with dangerous calculation.Everyone knows that Darius Wolfe isn't the type of person who's easily fooled. Every word that comes out of his mouth has a hidden agenda."Did you get into a fight with Dante last night?" asked the Big Boss, his voice

29 April. The day Linora Vance died.The acrid smell of rusting iron and burning gunpowder filled the early morning air at the container terminal of the old port.In the shadow of massive piles of rusting scrap metal and amidst the creaking of ships' chains swaying with the waves, the bloodshed reached its climax.Three men stood surrounded by a dozen masked members of The Raven.Dante, the right-hand man of Black Lotus, wiped the dried blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes narrowing menacingly.Beside him, Victor, the 29-year-old, stood tall, breathing steadily despite his white shirt being drenched in red stains.Meanwhile, Varlos—the elder man—maintained a deadly, calm aura at the forefront of the Black Lotus's defence.Just three men. Yet the ground around them was already littered with the lifeless bodies of The Raven's men.Gideon, The Raven's executioner, watched the three Black Lotus figures from behind his troops' ranks. The old man signalled

"Luna Spancer. Nineteen years old. Here as… the family guarantor for Stilliam Spancer."Noah read through the visitation procedure document line by line on his desk.He kept his voice as calm as possible, with the formal articulation typical of a law enforcement officer carrying out his duties.However, his grip on the silver pen was so tight that the skin around his knuckles had turned white.Before him, the girl with neon-coloured hair sat in a relaxed manner—with both hands tucked into the pockets of her oversized jacket."All the information on that sheet is valid, Agent Noah," Luna replied flatly. The girl stared straight at the acrylic nameplate pinned to the front of Noah's uniform shirt."I'm simply exercising my visiting rights to ensure my brother hasn't been treated unfairly over the past twenty-four hours," she added.Noah let out a soft sigh. He flung his pen onto the desk, giving up on pretending to be a stern senior police officer.The registration process was over, and

A few hours before Linora disappeared...Hellen Keller's residence was shrouded in a deep stillness as night began to fall.After spending the afternoon sharing stories and enjoying tea in the living room, Linora made her way to the cream-and-gold-toned guest room that had been specially prepared for her.Inside the luxuriously furnished room, the glow from the sconces cast a soft, soothing light.Linora let out a long sigh, trying to ease the tension in her chest that had built up throughout the day due to the crime news on television.She closed the thick teak door behind her, leaving the room in complete silence.However, before her fingers could turn the key in the door, a shadow suddenly moved from the dim corner near the wardrobe.Sret!A strong arm clad in black suddenly lunged from behind. In a matter of seconds, Linora's mouth and nose were tightly covered by a leather-gloved palm, while the other arm locked around her neck in a precise, deadly grip.Linora's eyes widened. He