Knock! Knock!
Pamela frowned when she heard the knocks on her door.
Is it the old hag again?
She adjusted her facial expression before she walked towards the door.
Upon opening it, the first person she saw wasn't the head maid, but a towering middle-aged warrior wearing an expressionless face.
"Search the room!" The middle-aged warrior uttered in a deep, commanding voice.
As soon as his words fell, the warriors behind him pushed Pamela aside and stormed inside her room.
"Sir, what's going on?" Pamela asked in a pitiful tone, but she was screaming with anxiety inside.
Did they discover me? Impossible! I made sure that no one was tailing me!
The tall and muscular middle-aged warrior looked down at her. His deep gaze sent chills down her spine.
She might be a trained assassin, but she knew that this person could kill her in one move! That was what her instincts were telling her.