Dylan did not know what was running through Arielle’s mind. Spotting the white bandage around her arm, he asked with a pained look in his eyes, “How did you get hurt?”
Recalling how the four assassins had attacked her, Arielle answered coldly, “Someone wants me dead.”
“What?” Dylan widened his eyes in astonishment.
She’s here as an esteemed guest at my invitation. Who would dare to target her?
“I don’t know who wants to kill me, but if it weren’t for the bodyguards and this passerby, I’d probably be dead by now.” Arielle glanced toward Vinson as she spoke.
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