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I woke up still in Saint's room. I saw him at the end of his bed facing his laptop and I knew he was serious about what he was doing.

I carefully moved my body, and I flinched. It still hurts. He looked at me with his usual stare. He's still wearing his eyepatch, seriously? What's with his eyepatch? Is he hiding something in his left eye?

"Just rest Klea, your cheeks are still swollen." I nodded to him and lay down again.

Later on, I heard his phone ring. I looked at his back, and because of the silence, I could hear what he was talking about. Am I eavesdropping?

"Hellion you need to report here in the underground, asap." It was the voice of the man who was Saint's assistant. Hellion? Who's Hellion? His codename?

"Why? Why do you need me?" Saint asked in a cold tone.

"The mafia bosses are now livid, they know that the heiress is in your power." I felt Saint approaching me so I immediately closed my eyes.

"You don't scare me with that statement, Luther," Saint said with a very dark voic