Water poured down from above, cascading over Heather's head as she tilted her face upward, closing her eyes to feel the icy chill.
Taking a cold shower was her way of calming herself down.
She didn't know if her feelings were accurate or if confirming them would truly mean anything, but she simply felt compelled to seek the truth.
The day Tang Ming disappeared was the same day he was killed. If it wasn't purely a coincidence that his enemies caught up to him on that exact day, what other explanation could there be?
Efficient and clean, unapologetic about leaving traces, never fearing that people might know it was them—this style of handling things was unmistakably Ah Nian's.
He was never one to show mercy. For those who sought to harm her, he was ruthlessly unforgiving. The method of death depended on how much harm they directed toward her. Some died swiftly; others suffered terribly.
