The other party wasnât someone who knew Wynter before. After all, her identity was
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However, no matter who it was, attacking her in the alley was equivalent to a
violation of her taboo-Margaret lived there.
The gangster trembled, scared to death. He stammered, âI-I donât know! Miss, we usually do odd jobs.Weâll do anything if the client pays us. I donât know who asked us to come here!â
His words sounded confused, and something sounded wrong to Wynter.
She demanded, âAre you taking illegal orders?â