Chapter 91 A Big Short's Prisoner

• “The technique seems to come from martial arts…” Arlene examined Dylan’s injuries again and again. But each additional look filled her heart with more. and more shock. The result of the punch indicated that the attacker was definitely an expert. She continuously simulated the battle in her mind, and sweat began to appear on her forehead. They were so powerful that even she might not fare well against them. At this moment, Arlene felt threatened for the first time. Born into a martial family, Arlene had practiced martial arts since childhood and was invincible among her peers. This was why she could rise rapidly through the ranks in the military department after graduating from high school. Over the years, Arlene had completed many life-and-death missions, honing her heart to be as steady as a rock. Few people could shake her state of mind. However, at this moment, with her continuous analysis, she felt a tremendous threat.
• The person who killed Dylan was definitely so strong that she didn’t have the confidence to defeat him. Moreover, this person was in Newden City, possibly residing in Shoal Manor. “This person is a huge threat in Newden City. I must find him,” Arlene silently thought Inside Shoal Manor. Leonard sat on the living room couch, listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom. It made him, who had planned to train, somewhat restless. His mind was filled with images of Marianna. “What’s Marianna doing taking a bath in broad daylight? Is she trying to seduce me?” Leonard took several deep breaths, and after chanting many calming phrases, he finally began his training. But he hadn’t trained for long when he heard footsteps. Marianna, wrapped in a bath towel, walked out. Her hair was wet, her cheeks a little red, and her bath towel revealed her fair thighs. “Leonard, what are you doing? Meditating?”
• Marianna curiously asked Leonard, who was sitting on the couch. “I’m doing nothing.” Leonard lifted his head, his gaze falling on Marianna’s chest. The bath towel didn’t fully cover her, creating an enticing view. Marianna didn’t notice Leonard’s gaze and sat down next to him. A faint scent came from her. Leonard quickly averted his gaze and coughed. “Are you catching a cold? Do you need some hot water?” Marianna asked with concern. “No, you can stay in the bedroom you used last time. If there’s nothing else, I’ll go upstairs first.” With that, Leonard ran upstairs. Marianna pouted. “What does that mean? Am I not attractive?” Leonard, who had dreamt of Marianna several times that night, took a cold shower in the morning. When he came downstairs, he saw breakfast already prepared on the table. “Did you make this?” Leonard asked. Marianna shook her head. “I had takeout. Your house had nothing, so I had to order food.