Chapter 163 Thinking on Her Feet

"Mr. Blackwell! Long time no see!" Celeste called out with a bright smile, even giving him a little wave. Her face was all sunshine and innocence, the picture of someone harmless and sweet. But the men around her knew better. They had all tasted her ruthlessness at some point, especially Silas. "Scarlett, I knew you'd slip up one day and fall right into my hands!" He yanked off the mask covering half of his face, revealing a long, jagged scar that ran across his cheek. "This is your handiwork!" His eyes blazed with fury, the kind of hatred that said he wouldn't be satisfied until he'd torn her apart, limb by limb. Without another word, he raised his gun, ready to end her right there. "Wait, wait!" Celeste, even with a gun pointed at her, barely flinched. She just smiled like they were having a casual chat. "No need to rush, Mr. Blackwell. How about we strike a deal?" "A deal? With you?" Silas sneered, but the suspicion in his eyes never wavered. He kept the gun trained on he