A soft scoff echoed in the room.
Shane Thorne sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. The person before him was reporting, "Your Excellency, that Healer-class ran off after learning Cillian Forrest's identity."
A dark smile touched the corners of Shane Thorne's lips. He had heard the commotion outside.
'Quite the scene they're making.'
Ever since the election meeting two days ago, his faction had come under relentless pressure. Bad news arrived every single day, and each report made him more and more furious as their power base was rapidly dismantled.
How could Shane Thorne not be filled with hatred!
Now, finally, there was some satisfying news.
When his subordinate first reported the news, he had sensed something was off.
'That Healer-class doesn't know Cillian Forrest's identity?'
'Then I'll just have to let her know.'
'Cillian Forrest, your methods are swift and brutal. You've made me lose so much.'
