Waiting for the Hunters
With the Ravenswood family's negligible security, Black Ghost and White Ghost would surely succeed if they went there.
"So they dare to come, huh?"
After figuring it out, Julian sneered.
A faint smile curled at the corner of his lips, but there wasn't a trace of warmth behind it. Instead, his golden eyes gleamed with calculated intent. Everything that had happened tonight—the poisoned medicine, Steffan's desperate promise, and the sudden departure of Black Ghost and White Ghost—had finally connected into a complete picture.
The room fell into a brief silence.
Outside the mansion, the night breeze gently rustled the leaves in the garden, while moonlight painted long silver shadows across the courtyard. The peaceful scenery stood in stark contrast to the dangerous game that had already begun unfolding behind the scenes.
Julian slowly slipped his phone back into his pocket.
He had already made his move.
Now...
