Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 66

Astoria Grand Hotel.

Wilson, the target of Sheridan's investigation, was gripping his tablet, watching the downloaded video over and over again.

He had replayed it countless times. Not long after Steve returned yesterday to report that he had been taken down in a single move, someone uploaded this footage online.

He had saved it instantly. Shortly after, the video mysteriously vanished from the internet, likely scrubbed by someone with deep pockets.

The fighting style was so familiar—so unforgettable that it haunted him day and night!

"Find this woman immediately. When you do, bring her to me. I'm absolutely certain she's the one we're looking for."

Over a dozen men in black suits replied in unison, "Yes, sir."

Wilson pulled up his pant leg, revealing a cold, metallic prosthetic. His eyes burned with venomous hatred.

This woman was the reason he had lost his leg and been forced to wear a prosthetic.

He spat through gritted teeth, "This time, I'm going to make you pay. Don't even think about running!"

It wasn't that he couldn't find her—he had just been stupid and looking in the wrong direction.

But it didn't matter now. This time, there would be no mistakes. He would find her, drag her back to Mistralia, and torture her slowly!

...

Inside the Blackwood Group CEO's office.

Because of his crushing hangover, Julius had come in two hours later than usual.

After signing off on several critical documents, he led a meeting with the executive department.

Once back in his office, he started strategizing how to help Stella retrieve her mother's ashes.

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