Diana nodded.
Unusually so.
Mitbahl managed to show some restraint for once, which was progress.
He smiled faintly, pulling out a knife as delicate as a cicada's wing from his pocket.
"Silly, silently disposing of them, without a trace; that's what a professional assassin should be capable of."
Misoup pondered for a moment.
"You go."
"Sure, watch and learn from big brother~"
Mitbahl, twirling his manicured finger, headed into the club.
Diana grabbed his collar firmly. "You damn well get back here!"
"Madam?"
"Who told you we were thrown out by someone?"
Diana was feeling drained. "Get back in the car, Mitbahl. Let's head back to the villa and avoid any trouble."
"Alright," Mitbahl grumbled as he reluctantly climbed back into the car.
Diana settled into the backseat and pulled
