Leila Cassilia despised Arcangelo Urseau.

He knew nothing of cooperation and collaboration. He was unaware of consideration. Moreover, he would irritate people without any apparent reason from time to time.

However, that didn't give her any reason to wish for his death.

"Arcangelo Urseau! Get a grip!"

Leila gnashed her teeth.

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"You're not a real moron, so what the hell is going on?"

Leila dishevelled her golden hair that fell to her chest.

Her anger surged, and her chest felt tight. However, there was no time to vent her emotions.

"They're probably still nearby, but saving this bastard is our priority."

Uncharacteristically, Arcangelo remained quiet. His heartbeat was racing, but he couldn't move his body.

It was a symptom of the poison Leila knew about.

"Detective Arcangelo Urseau. You must pay the price for this later."

That was why, without hesitation, Leila grabbed him by the collar and gave him a kiss.

Little did she know that it would be the beginning of everything that followed.