Everyone was carrying a gun on their shoulders. As soon as they glanced at the back of an unfamiliar man, they suddenly turned around and shot a sharp and straight gaze at him…
That morning, she was in such a hurry that she didn't speak to Elliana at all. Before 8 a.m, her meeting time with Finsley, Ainsley ran to the computer room to check her lottery result.
[What do you mean, though, uncle Godfather?] Ainsley tilted her head. Indeed, her people were powerful despite the family being a poor one on the brink of collapsing.
"Mm. Beast...market...auction." Elliana gave a short reply. She didn't say which market and which auction she attended, but obviously, it should be the best in the whole capital.
Finley's spy didn't know about Ainsley's conversation with Grandpa Yofan, and that's why everything was a mystery. The majority of the Sloan Family members also only knew about the accountant team's change but didn't know the reason.
"Nwo! Elh ish nwot guiltwy! (No! El is not guilty!)" Ainsley immediately stood in front of Elliana and spread her arms wide. The child looked up at the adults with a glare.
He did have lots of friends around his age, and even those older than him, but who would dare to talk about casinos in front of the Walter Family's heir?
Their focus was actually on which spirit Ainsley made a pact with. It's a common knowledge that the strength of a shaman relied on the dead spirit that they managed to contract.
She loved to steal people's beds and slept on their beds, not caring if the owner couldn't sleep there or not. She was the most arrogant, dangerous, and fiercest sacred guardian among the other three.