Chapter 696: Chapter 696

Flint felt a little sad and gloomy as if he had bitten a sour lemon. The sourness almost made his tears drop.

He pulled open the car door and suppressed his emotions. “Get into the car,” he said with a straight face.

Adina pulled open the car door and sat in the front passenger seat, and Flint silently drove toward Hestia Border.

It was a small city that was not very advanced. Countless sins were buried under its buildings, and innumerable people around the world had gone missing and lost their lives there.

Guards patrolled the place twenty–four hours a day, and it was heavily guarded. Everyone who passed by looked fearful and anxious.

After Adina and Flint were searched, they successfully entered Hestia Border.

The two of them walked along the main road, and they soon reached the organization‘s core area.

a four–story mansion, which was surrounded by about four rows of cottages. The entrance was the two of them appeared at them a stunning smile and spoke in fluent English. “Hello, I‘m here to see Mr. Terry North. He saved me yesterday, so I want to thank him in a gorgeous woman for a long time, so their expressions extended his arm and Adina‘s lips froze required appointment letter when asking for not letting you in,” the guard said as if it was official business. “If Adina pursed her lips.

and searched the night, but she still could not find Terry North‘s basically could not find any private information related out a box of tea from her handbag. “This is the gift that I wanted to present to Mr. Terry North. It‘s a special tea from Cainstarn. Please help me to pass it to him, and had guarded the place for more than two weeks, and they had seen a leader was of Astroysian descent, so perhaps he would When the guards took the tea, a car suddenly stopped at the entrance.

This area mainly belonged to the Black Party. Aside from its executives and cronies, no one else could drive their car there.

Adina turned around and saw a woman push open the car‘s backseat door.

It was a woman with a strong and imposing aura. She had curly flax–colored hair, green eyes, and gorgeous red lips.

“Ms. Isabelle,” the guards at the entrance greeted her uniformly.

The indifferent woman waved her hand, which was covered in a lace glove, before walking toward the mansion in high heels.

Right after she took a step, she stopped walking. She turned around and looked at Adina‘s face.

Beautiful women tended to be hostile to other women who were more beautiful than them. That was the case with Isabelle. Her gaze was sharp as she sized Adina up, and she asked the guard next to her, “Who is this?”