This time, Camille was dressed in a tight suit. She stood out like a sore thumb on the busy street.
Her sharp, furious gaze locked onto Daniel as she gritted her teeth.
"Daniel, you owe me an explanation for what happened this morning!"
Daniel casually rubbed his nose.
He had already explained that it was an accident. It had nothing to do with him.
However, judging from Camille's murderous expression, it was clear she wasn't interested in listening to reason!
Of course, Daniel had no intention of explaining any further.
"Since that day, the Shadowspire Syndicate has become the first organization bold enough to send a grandmaster into my territory!
"I have to say it's quite daring of you!"
"Hah! Do you think you have the right to threaten us? Go to hell!"
Camille let out a cold laugh. She raised her hand, and a glint of steel flashed in the air.
Daniel lifted his palm.
"A pretty face but a vicious heart. What a waste!"
As he spoke, his hand flipped open, revealing several nearly invisible, needle-like hidden weapons.
Camille had never expected those to be enough to pin him down.
With a sharp huff, she lunged forward, her attack swift and precise.
Today, she had deliberately chosen reinforced combat gear.
She had no intention of giving this pervert the chance to destroy her clothes in the middle of the fight!
"Daniel, today you meet your maker!"
A cold glint flashed through Camille's eyes as her speed exploded.
A faint floral scent spread through the air, surrounding Daniel. But he remained perfectly calm. He raised a hand and blocked every strike effortlessly.
"You're too slow! Far too slow!"
He shook his head as he parried her attacks.
Camille was seething. Her rage hit a boiling point.
"Ms. Ashcroft! There you are!"
A bright, cheerful voice interrupted them.
Both Daniel and Camille instinctively turned their heads.
Before either of them could react, Amelia came barreling toward them like a human missile!
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