Angela walked towards the Bentley on the dark alley in large strides. The wounds on her body seemed not to affect her. Carole who happened to be the driver saw this and her lip twitched in mirth. As expected of the child Old Margaret taught herself. She was a through and through she-devil.

"Boss, can't you keep up your pretense for long? You should have kept up the act until we've left this alley to further avoid problems. You're really one in a million," Carole teased.

"Drive," Angela's voice was hoarse and accompanied with her curt reply, she appeared not to be in a good mood.

Carole was smart enough...