Chapter 1192:
Torin lifted his hand slightly, and one of the soldiers—who paid attention to his every move—immediately stepped forward with a cigarette and a lighter.
Torin stretched out his long legs, crossed them at the ankles, and exhaled a perfect ring of smoke without effort. His face was handsome yet dangerous, and the way the light caught his sharp features made him look even more intimidating. He radiated the kind of commanding presence that could make even the most decorated generals hesitate before challenging him.
Elena didn’t work for him and owed him no loyalty, so she wasn’t about to be intimidated by his tough act. Her voice was cold as ice. “The man was already tied up and helpless. He couldn’t hurt a fly at that point.”
Torin gave a careless shrug. “He was just another mercenary. Dead or alive, what’s the difference?”
Elena’s brows knitted together as she realized she was wasting her time arguing with a man like him. Suddenly, her phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out and read a text from Avo: Mission accomplished. Time to pull out.
Her eyes flickered with the faintest trace of emotion before she slid the phone back into her pocket. Casually, she scanned the room, making it look as though she were simply glancing around.
She stood inside Torin’s private lounge. Two military generals occupied the front right corner, and armed guards stood by the door. If she wanted to leave, she’d need to create some kind of distraction. Either that, or escape through the bathroom.
Without warning, she started walking toward the bathroom door.
Torin’s eyes followed her movement, confusion flickering across his face. “Where are you going?”
Elena kept her expression blank and emotionless. “To the bathroom. What, are you planning to follow me in there too?”
Torin lifted an eyebrow, a mischievous look crossing his face. “I wouldn’t mind that at all.”
He started to rise from the couch, but Elena’s expression turned ice-cold with fury. “Fuck off!”
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As soon as she slipped into the bathroom, she locked the door behind her and turned the faucet on full blast to drown out any sound she might make while preparing to escape.
She was on the fifteenth floor. Climbing onto the toilet, she hoisted herself onto the narrow window ledge. Outside, the only structure attached to the wall was an air conditioning unit.
With steely resolve, Elena measured the distance and leapt from the window, landing squarely on top of the unit one floor below. She moved like a swift, graceful wildcat as she descended level by level until she reached the third floor.
At that moment, a man stepped onto his balcony to smoke a cigarette. He caught sight of her just as she dropped down from above.
The air grew thick with danger and tense silence.
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