The man's expression turned somber and even more serious.
A sense of foreboding filled his mind. Could it be that this woman was playing them for fools? But if Anthony wasn't in her hands, then where did that video come from? Fabricated? That would mean the technology was far too sophisticated!
"Hehe." The woman let out a faint laugh, and then she removed her glasses, revealing a stunningly beautiful visage to everyone present. Her smile was enchanting, but her eyes were ice-cold.
Tara Summer looked at this woman and suddenly thought of a term, "icy beauty"—this woman seemed like a millennia-old glacier, very difficult to melt.
Indeed, it suited her identity as an assassin.
"Let me introduce myself, Katie Hades. I'm the one who contacted you, and indeed, I have Anthony!" The woman leaned back into the sofa, crossed her legs in a combination of allure and authority, and chuckled coldly with curved red lips, seemingly unafraid of the man in front of her, the renowned Maste Liam.
