Chapter 423: Chapter 423

Chapter 423:

Rumors swirled among the regulars that Matteo was meeting with an individual who had miraculously escaped the clutches of not one, but a dozen S-class assassins. This sparked a wildfire of curiosity, causing the regulars to keep their distance—some even choosing to watch from across the street. Surviving an encounter with Matteo’s assassins was nothing short of legendary, and the onlookers were eager for any glimpse of such a formidable person.

At the club’s entrance, Clayton maintained a vigilant watch.

His expression was resolute, his stance stiff and unwavering.

His focus sharpened as he noticed a woman alight from a taxi alone.

Her audacity was breathtaking.

Harlee surveyed the thickening crowd with caution, tugging her baseball cap further down to shield her identity.

Her preference for hats was proving fortuitous tonight. With confident, measured steps, she approached the club’s entrance, her face mostly obscured, revealing only her chin.

Clayton moved toward her with a respectful demeanor, breaking the silence with a calm, clear voice.

“Miss Sanderson, Mr. Walker awaits your arrival inside.”

Bystanders exchanged astonished looks and whispered fervently among themselves.

Clayton, known primarily as Matteo’s personal bodyguard, commanded an unexpected level of respect throughout Uwhor. The sight of such a distinguished figure personally welcoming someone was nothing short of sensational. Yet, the woman Clayton greeted carried herself with an air of dismissal, striding past him without so much as acknowledging his presence.

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Intriguingly, Clayton seemed unbothered by the snub. Instead, he followed her with a posture steeped in reverence.

As the pair vanished into the building, the onlookers released the breath they had been holding, their whispers growing louder.

“Wow, did everyone catch that? Clayton was unbelievably respectful toward that woman!” someone exclaimed.

Faces around this speaker reflected the complexity of their thoughts.

A rough-voiced man with a jagged scar spoke up.

“Rumor has it that Matteo unleashed more than a dozen formidable assassins on her trail, yet she emerged without a scratch, even strolling in and out of her hotel like it was nothing.”

“That’s the word,” another confirmed, his tone eager.

“After the overnight decimation of the Ivory Skeletons, Matteo halted the assassination attempts and opted for this meeting instead.

Do you think she’s the force behind their downfall?”

A middle-aged man interjected with a tone of caution, “Speculating about Mr. Walker’s matters like this? Do you have a death wish? Let’s scatter before we get caught in the crossfire if negotiations go south.”

At this, the crowd instantly recalled the haunting images of individuals with shattered limbs and disfigured bodies being carried out from the private estate to the east. This grim reminder caused them to scatter like birds from a tree.

Yet, a handful of undaunted individuals remained, determined to witness what could be a historic moment at the entrance.

Clayton led the way, his face set in a mask of seriousness, his eyes devoid of any discernible emotion. Trailing leisurely behind him was Harlee, unfazed by the gravity of the situation.

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