“If it’s him, we might finally have something,” Mr. H continued. “If it’s not, the girl is useless now anyway.” “The girl has more uses than you know of,” the light-haired man replied in a cool tone. “But I hear you. He’s been... disruptive for too long.” “Sir,” Mr. H leaned forward. “We can kill two birds with one stone. Let’s make an example out of it.” The light-haired man gave a nod, and Mr. H grinned. Lyla felt her blood run cold. Either they were talking about her or someone else who had recently become a problem for them. And she had a very strong feeling it was the former.
