章 147: Terrorists

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Alice wiped her face with water and settled down on the outskirts of the lake, closing her eyes to allow her body to recuperate naturally.

Gradually, her complexion returned to its original hue as the repercussions of the backlash diminished.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man patiently stood behind her, awaiting her instructions.

"Is he from the slums?" Alice inquired after a few minutes of deep contemplation.

"Ah... yes," the middle-aged man responded, taken aback by her question.

Merely half an hour after Zed's arrival at the villa, the middle-aged man had hastily compiled a report on him, leveraging his family's influence.

While he had discerned Zed's humble origins from the report, he had not anticipated such a direct inquiry from Alice.

Does she possess some insight?

"Now it makes sense," Alice's youthful visage bore an expression of comprehension. "He must be the individual Marina mentioned."

Marina?!