Peter rubbed his hands with a smile on his face. “My boss asks if you want to work for him. Do you want
to? I can speak to Gerald after this.”
Saydie was expressionless. “I don’t switch employers.”
Peter tried to lure her. “What if our boss double what Gerald is paying?”
Saydie looked into the car. The man’s face was hidden in the shadows. He wore a suit, and the veins on
the back of his hands were obvious. She guessed that he was between his 40s and 50s.
She said, “Gerald saved my life, so I won’t betray him no matter how much the pay is.’ Meg scoffed and
walked forward to slap Saydie’s face gently. “Gerald is just a small boss in the black market. You should
appreciate that Mr. Grant is letting you work for him, little girl, do you get it- Ah!”
Saydie grabbed Meg’s wrist and bent it.
Meg was in so much pain she couldn’t even stand, so she yelled, “Mr. Zhivkov, help me … This b*tch… It
hurts!” Everyone looked over. Peter was going to say something when Saydie put in more force and
dislocated Meg’s entire arm, then pushed the screaming woman aside.
“I’m just in charge of this trade. I don’t want anything to do with you. Gerald is waiting, and it’s getting
late. Stop delaying.” Peter kicked Meg. “Get out of the way. Why did you jump in?” Meg was tongue-tied
and could only leave crying in pain.
Peter turned to speak to the man in the car. “I’m sorry you had to see that, Mr. Grant.”
The man in the car spoke. “Alright, send the goods out.”
He rolled up the window and got the driver to drive away.
Peter looked at Saydie, probably annoyed that she didn’t entertain him, snorted, and left.
The truck slowly drove out of the port warehouse once all the crates had been moved to the truck.
Saydie got into the car, sent a message to Quincy, and drove behind the truck. Quincy stood in front of
his car, waiting. He got a call from Nolan. “Mr. Goldmann, the police have set up an ambush at the
intersection. Saydie says they’re on the way.”
Nolan calmly said, “Alright, let Saydie help the police with the investigation and get Gerald’s men to say
that all the goods belong to Zhivkov in their statements.”
Quincy nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Nolan stood on the balcony in his bathrobe and looked at the license plate that Quincy had forwarded to
him. The license plate that began with AE meant it was a car from Asperia.
Maisie, who had just finished showering, walked out to the balcony.
“Do you think it’ll go smoothly?” Maisie asked, concerned. Her eyes kept twitching, and she was agitated.
Nolan put his phone away and pulled her into his arms, then rested his chin on the top of her head.
“Saydie is agile. Even if something happens, she will be able to get out of it.”
Maisie pressed her lips together. “She’s agile but not made of steel.”
Strix had told her about Saydie. She had a sad past-abandoned by her parents, sold t o labor at the
black market, and had suffered a lot. She had been very badly beaten when she escaped but
recaptured. She hadn’t wanted just to keep quiet, so she fought them with a knife. She had been around
13 or 14 years old when she got blood on her hands for the first time.
She understood that the only way she could survive was if she could be strong and vicious enough. Strix
had realized that she had fierce eyes, unlike her peers, so he recruited her into Metropolis. She was
hungry for knowledge in Metropolis and was a tough cookie. She was a great fighter too because she
was naturally strong. She had talent, so in a few years, she had become a more vicious fighter than the
fighters, and because she dared and would go all out, everyone was afraid of her.
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