Chapter 102 Could She Really Be... My master?

Without a second thought, Celeste strapped on her helmet and mask and made a beeline for the address Scar had provided. Time was of the essence, but this shipment was crucial—if she wanted a smooth retirement, she had to secure it. Suddenly, a loud "boom" echoed. Before she even got close, Celeste heard a massive explosion. Ahead, a fireball soared, illuminating the night sky as the boss's house was blown to bits. Celeste's face turned ghostly pale. Damn it. Someone had gotten there first! Was it Arlo? Her phone buzzed—it was Ava calling. Fifteen minutes had passed since she left, and now, with the boss's house reduced to rubble, there was nothing left to investigate. Celeste had no choice but to head back. After freshening up and slipping into a clean suit, she stepped back into the private room, only to find someone else there. Arlo. "Mrs. Ford, what a coincidence to see you again," Arlo said, his beige trench coat giving him an almost artistic look, his warm smile genuin