"Keep two of them alive for questioning, and dispose of the rest," he ordered. "Yes!" In the heart of the city, within a luxurious and opulent villa. As Natalie entered the living room, she sensed an unusual atmosphere. Yosef sat in the middle of the room, donned in a black shirt. His face, as pale as marble, exuded a faint chill. In his hand, he toyed with a silver handgun. "Mr. Nelson, we've brought the person," Kirin announced, speaking in hushed tones. "Hmm," Yosef replied, his voice devoid of emotion. He leaned back on the sofa. "Was she killed?" Natalie paused, momentarily baffled by his inquiry. Yosef raised his head slightly, his brooding eyes fixing on her face. "I'm asking you, was Diana killed?" "No," Natalie replied, her voice trembling slightly. Caught in Yosef's piercing gaze, she knelt on one knee. Mr. Nelson's eyes were frigid, emanating a deadly coldness that sent shivers
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