Vincent and his entourage had already left, and the downtown café regained its usual tranquility.
Iris Harris picked up the steaming cup of coffee and took a gentle sip. The bitter taste spread from the tip of her tongue to the depths of her heart.
"So bitter."
She let out a low sigh.
This kind of life would soon come to an end.
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Iris Harris returned to the Hyde Residence, went into the bedroom, locked the door behind her, then took a handgun out of her bag and locked it in the innermost cabinet of the dressing table.
Then she stacked her passport and ID together with other documents and placed them inside the drawer.
After finishing all this, she sat in front of the dressing mirror, somewhat in a daze.
Everything in this world was beyond control, just as she had long since departed from a normal life. The lingering sensation of the handgun remained on her fingertips, and as she slightly moved her fingers, she felt a chill creeping up her heart.
