Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 503

Rumor had it that she'd been slapped unconscious by Doris not long ago. That incident had enraged his cousin so much that he had Doris hauled off to Paula's territory.

Tiger cared deeply about this unborn child, which meant he cared about this woman.

Hawke honestly couldn't fathom what his cousin saw in her. Aside from a pretty face, she was utterly useless. She couldn't even string two sentences together before passing out.

He was dying to know what message Tiger had sent her to deliver.

On Hawke's command, two guards hurried over to hoist Stella up.

But they barely managed two steps before they both flinched, feeling a sharp prick on their skin, and immediately collapsed to the floor.

Hawke stared at the three bodies on the ground, completely baffled. He stepped forward to investigate.

He was much more cautious this time. Two grown men didn't just drop dead for no reason; something was very wrong.

He aimed his gun at the trio on the floor and nudged one of his subordinates with his boot. He couldn't spot anything unusual.

The sudden collapse drew the attention of the remaining guards. Everyone's eyes darted toward Hawke.

Even the hostages, crouching with their hands over their heads, couldn't help but peek in his direction.

This was the perfect diversion Stella had orchestrated. The four men hidden in the shadows sprang into action, silently taking down the targets closest to them.

Stella had already neutralized two; they couldn't afford to slack off.

Their orders were to strike when the moment presented itself. The moment was now, and they moved with lethal efficiency.

Hawke crouched down, trying to figure out what the hell had happened to his men.

Suddenly, he felt a faint dusting of powder brush across his face. His vision blurred for a split second, and then he slumped forward, out cold.

"Boss is down!"

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