Marie, who had been silent throughout the ordeal slowly alighted the car, wearing a wide grin on her face.

She walked towards Zayne, smiled at him and bent beside Angela's cold body.

She took a deep breath, and ran her fingers on her face;

"You used to care so much about money, that our lives were nothing to you. You thought you could always use us as your money making machine," she paused, shaking her head slowly.

"You would never have thought that a day like this would befall you." She continued before letting out a sigh.

She stood up and faced Zayne.

"Thank you so much, I am very grateful for your help." She bowed slightly and smiled at him.

"You are welcome, and don't feel too grateful, she is very useful to me, even in her dead body." Zayne giggled. Both Frederick and Marie wondered what he meant as they furrowed their brows.

"Useful to you? You haven't told me how." Frederick said, his brows raised in confusion. Zayne glanced at him, smiled, and then patted him on his shoulders.

"Since I am done here, I have to leave for the red moon pack. I have been away for a while, and especially since the full moon festival is around the corner, I have to return as soon as possible." He said to him, Frederick nodded while making a hum.

"And you?" Zayne turned to Marie, who was busy rubbing her fingers and biting her lower lip.

"What's your next plan?" He continued.

Marie smiled, stared into the starry night sky, and widened her smile.

"I have some matters to attend to, and it's a must I attend to them." She said with a firm and strong voice.

Zayne and Frederick stared at each other, both wearing a confused look.

"I will give you thirty million dollars out of the money, just use it to start a new life, forget about previous grievances, and move on." Zayne said to her. Marie smiled at him and shook his head.

"You do not understand. It's a must that I do what I MUST do." She muttered, placing a huge emphasis on the second 'must'.

"But why?" Frederick asked her.

"The girl that came to knock when we were all in that room," she swallowed hard, hot tears that threatened to pour formed round her eyelids.

"... she is my sister. She was sold off to master Armando when she was just eighteen, and we've not been in contact since then. To make matters worse, I heard he didn't make her his wife, but he only uses her as a sex slave." The tears that she was struggling to hold poured down her red cheeks.

She sniffed, and wiped her cheeks with the back of her palm.

"So I must go, I need to save my sister from that cruel man." She stated, her voice firm and resolute.

"Alright. I understand now. Good luck with it, but you have to be extremely careful." Zayne warned her. Marie smiled, nodded her head before giving Zayne a slight bow.

"Thank you." She said, and turned to walk away. She suddenly stopped after taking a few steps.

"The money..." she paused.

"... the thirty million dollars, help me keep it in my room at the strip club." She said solemnly, without looking back.

"Alright." Zayne replied to her, and watched her leave.

"I feel sad for her," Zayne took a deep breath, running his hands across his head.

"Let's go, it's getting late, and I need to take Sara away as soon as I can." Zayne said, and walked to their car.

"Wait, we can't leave these people like this, or people might suspect." Frederick muttered, causing Zayne to halt in his steps. Frederick walked to the car, and took out a bottle of alcohol and some wipes.

"We need to make this look as natural as it can, also, we must wipe off our fingerprints from their bodies." Frederick explained, while Zayne stare in surprise.

Frederick turned to his wolf form and ran towards a nearby forest to cut down a huge tree. Seeing how Frederick struggled with the tree, Zayne also changed to his wolf form and ran to help Frederick.

Within a minute, they cut down the tree and dragged it to the middle of the road, right in front of the car.

"Alright. Now, let's drag them inside the car." Frederick said, and they both pulled the two men inside.

"Leave her, we will take her along." Zayne said, as Frederick tried to carry Angela inside the car.

Frederick just glanced at him, and asked no question.

He dipped his hand into his pocket, and made a deep, wide cut on the men's head, poured some alcohol on the wipes and wiped every part of the men's body, including the parts of the car that they had touched. They had carried the tree in their wolf's form and the fur on their hands would make it difficult to get their fingerprints, so he didn't bother wiping the tree.

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"All done!" Frederick mumbled, dusting off his hand.

"You seem so perfect at this." Zayne smiled while Frederick shrugged.

"Leaving as a wolf in the human world has taught me a lot. This way, nobody will suspect us, and everyone will think it was an unfortunate accident." Frederick said to him.

Zayne carried Angela into the car, and they drove off.

They arrived at the house, and Zayne rushed straight to Frederick's room, where Sara was staying.

He hurriedly opened the door, and was surprised to see an empty room.

He yelled out Sara's name, but got no response.

Frederick had gotten to his side, and was also surprised that Sara was not in the room.

"Maybe she is with the old man." Frederick said, and Zayne rushed to the old man's

room.

He flung the door open, and a cold wave crept across his spine. His eyeballs popped wide, and his jaw dropped.

A pool of blood flowed on the floor, with an unconscious body lying a few metres

away.

Zayne rushed to the body, which belonged to the old man, placed his fingers near his nostrils and threw a sharp glance at Frederick.

"He is dead!"

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