Chapter 1121 Ghost_1
On the street, a woman wore a peaked cap, its brim pressed low, her head slightly bowed, making it difficult to see her face.
Passersby who walked by her all covered their noses, sensing an unusual and foul stench nearby that, under the scorching sun, made them feel nauseous.
She arrived at an outer courtyard wall and nimbly and effortlessly climbed over, carefully avoiding the places with electronic alarms, as if she was incredibly familiar with her surroundings, heading straight for a two-story villa.
Outside the house, sunlight flooded the area, but inside, it was gloomy and chillingly cold.
The woman entered the house, closed the door, and the next instant, seemed as if all her strength had been drained, and she slumped to the ground.
She lifted her head, trying hard to see, but could only make out the man’s black shoe surface and the black trouser leg.
"Had enough fun outside?" Nathaniel Summers’ voice was emotionless. He walked over, crouched down to look at her for a moment, and then reached out to remove the woman’s cap.
There was a dark, black hole in her otherwise smooth forehead.
"I made a mistake," the woman said.