The underworld queen come back and slays novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315 Call For Two Women?

Raven glanced at the three people and frowned slightly. “What’s up?” asked Raven.

The three outside the room felt the weight of Raven’s deadly stare, their bodies trembling instinctively.

Then the middle–aged man suddenly realized he might have picked the worst possible moment to show up. Upon seeing the man hesitate and stay silent, Raven let out an impatient “Hmm?”

The middle–aged man felt Raven’s simmering anger and suddenly hesitated to reveal the reason for his visit. However, Raven’s tone left no room for doubt. Things would end badly for him if he couldn’t have a convincing explanation. The memory of Raven’s terrifying display of power in the underground level sent an uncontrollable shiver down his spine. In that fleeting moment, faced with the choice of dying alone or dragging the true culprit down with the middle–aged man, he chose the latter without a second thought.

He forced a strained smile and stepped aside, revealing the two women behind him to Raven’s piercing gaze.

“Mr. Lysander told me to bring these two women here, and I’ve brought them,” said the middle–aged man.

Raven’s gaze swept over the two women, her lips curling into a faint smile, subtle yet brimming with an air of danger. “He told you to bring them here?” asked Raven. Her voice was calm, but an unmistakable sharpness beneath the surface.

The middle–aged man felt his chest tighten, and a surge of uneasiness washed over him.

Under that strong sense of crisis, he quickly nodded and said, “Yes. Mr. Lysander gave me the order in the hallway on this floor. I can pull up the surveillance footage if you don’t believe it.”

Raven glanced at the middle–aged man, her sharp intuition confirming his words were true.

Then, her gaze lowered slightly. Although her tone remained steady, it carried a subtle yet palpable tension as she said, ” Wait here for a moment.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned and shut the door firmly behind her.

As she turned, the room temperature seemed to drop a few degrees, the chill settling like an unspoken tension.

Cassian, hearing Raven’s conversation with the middle–aged man, had burrowed himself under the blanket, wrapping up tightly like a little cocoon. It was hard to say whether it was fear or the worry of someone barging in.

He cautiously poked his head out from under the blanket, revealing his breathtakingly beautiful eyes, which could make anyone’s heart skip a beat.

Raven stopped at the edge of the bed. Her gaze fixed on Cassian with a sharp, probing look.