Cassius narrowed his eyes slightly. "Hello." 0

"Hello." Violet's tone was so cold it practically froze.0

The car door opened, and Cassius sat inside, folding his arms across his chest. From time to time, his eyes flicked to Violet in the front passenger seat. He wasn't looking at her because of her graceful figure or beauty, but because he could sense the killing intent emanating from her.0

This killing intent wasn't directed at him, but was a natural aura formed over many years. Subtle though it may be, it couldn't escape Cassius's heightened senses.0

Violet wasn't Matthew's mistress or secretary; she was his bodyguard. She must be associated with the Ace of Spades.0

Duststorm's previous assassination attempt on Phil had failed because Cassius had been there. They likely wouldn't give up so easily, and their operations against Connan Company were probably still ongoing. Ace of Spades probably sent this woman, codenamed Violet, to protect Connan Company's general manager, Matthew.0

The car started and soon pulled into the broad street, heading straight towards the central district where the City Museum was. The drive was uneventful, and after about ten minutes, they arrived.0

Cassius got out of the car, shielding his eyes from the sun as he looked around. They were in a gray-white rectangular plaza that had circular...0