However, Ye Lu turned around and closed the door, only to see the Godfather already seated on a chair by the table, coldly staring at her.
Her heart suddenly began pounding wildly. Though her facial expression remained calm, her nerves inevitably tightened.
It had finally come to this moment. She had intentionally provoked the Godfather's killing intent earlier, drawing him into this sealed room.
To kill the Godfather, they had to be alone together.
Even Shadow wouldn't be able to rescue the Godfather immediately. She had calculated that it would take at least one minute to reach this room from downstairs—more than enough time to eliminate the Godfather.
The idea of her killing the Godfather was undoubtedly laughable to anyone present. She was nothing more than a fragile woman, while the Godfather was a master of judo. Even if she brought a gun, she would have no chance against him—the disparity in strength was too vast.
