"The evening news has just received word that two bodies have been found at the XX Hotel, one male and one female… According to reliable sources, both died from gunshot wounds. The identities of the deceased and the specific cause are still under investigation…"
"Very good." Arfen Finch drew his gaze back from the TV screen. "Now, everything continues according to the original plan. Asan, good work."
"No big deal, Arfen."
Cold Xie shrugged dismissively and let his gaze sweep over Iria Lindsay, who was standing in the corner behind the sofa.
Iria pressed her lips together, her face clearly a little pale.
Although the TV didn't show a clear shot of their faces, they all knew the ones who died were James Xavier and Memoria Campbell.
The moment she thought of that man being dead, Iria's heart felt like it was bleeding.
Forcing herself to control her emotions, she stepped toward the door.
"Iria." Arfen Finch's gaze fell on her. "Where are you going?"
"Restroom."
