The sniper, hidden at a good vantage point, was incredibly accurate, taking down his target with just one shot.
The other assassins were swiftly dealt with by Taron's men. Then, they quickly began to clean up the scene.
Taron walked up to Avery. Noticing the bloodstain on her slender arm, he frowned. “I'm sorry, Avery. This was my oversight. Thankfully, it didn't lead to a major mishap. Otherwise, I really wouldn't know how to explain it to Cayden.”
Avery gently shook her head. “This blood isn't mine. It belongs to someone else. I'm fine, and so is Cal. Thank you, Taron.”
With his deep blue eyes, Taron looked at Cal, who was playfully wriggling around in Avery's arms, and the man couldn't help but let a hint of admiration shine through his gaze.
If it were an ordinary child, they would have been scared to tears by such a bloody scene.
Unexpectedly, the child was not scared at all. He believed that this child would grow up to be extraordinary.
“Mr. Taron, you looked so cool when you came out just now!” Cal extended his chubby little hand, asking for a hug.
Taron took the little one from Avery's hands, clumsily cradling him in his arms. His handsome face was filled with a doting smile. “Go on—tell me what you want,” he said. “You're buttering me up because you're trying to get something from me, right?”
Cal made a funny face at him, playfully sticking out his little tongue. “I've never tried to do something like that at all. I just wanted a castle dollhouse. That's all...”
“Give me a kiss, and I'll give it to you,” Taron teased Cal, presenting his handsome left cheek to the child.
Immediately, Cal playfully offered a sweet kiss, which made Taron burst into hearty laughter.
The man's hearty laughter echoed through the dense forest, lightening the gloom just a bit.
Avery was quietly looking at Taron. At this moment, he was completely different from the man who was ruthless, decisive, and merciless a moment ago.
She thought of Cayden. That man was like that as well. He was as cold as ice in front of others, but in front of her, he was like a child, occasionally showing his playful side to her.
She truly missed him. He had said that he would meet her in Mocset in a couple of days, but an inexplicable worry began to creep up on her.
The people from Dark River were going to extreme lengths to capture him. She was truly terrified that he would once again fall victim to Dark River.
She had already lost him once. The heart-wrenching pain that came with it was not something she wanted to experience a second time.
Now that the heavens had finally graced her with such a tremendous surprise, letting her know that he was still alive, she truly could not bear the pain of losing him again.
A beautiful statue of the armless and smiling Venus goddess was facing the room adorned with luxurious Epean decor.
The silver-white mirror reflected a face of unparalleled beauty.
In front of the mirror, Cassie leisurely applied her lipstick. Her reflection, so captivatingly beautiful, could make any man fall head over heels for her.
The door was knocked.
One of her capable subordinates hurried over and whispered urgently into her ear.
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