Chapter 57: Marrowblood Guiding Technique

The AC wasn't even on, yet the temperature inside the car had dropped to near freezing. Even Barbara Hoez, who was driving, broke out in goosebumps. She had never seen a person's killing intent become almost tangible-not even with her grandfather. Miller Cutmore sat in the back, silent, head down, replaying the surveillance footage on his phone. From the moment Megan Scurr entered the private room, to those two bastards plotting against her, slipping drugs into her glass while she wasn't looking,...