The crimes of Alice!

Fifteen minutes flew by, and Mia was already pulling Ryan's hand as they left the rooftop.

Ryan was still dazed as they descended. The last fifteen minutes had bombarded him with too much information, and his brain was still trying to process it all.

Having been kissed on the face already, holding hands now seemed trivial by comparison.

Mia's words had completely scrambled his thoughts. He had thought Alice was no different from those gangsters and had prepared himself to treat her merely as a target for his mission.

But before he could harden his heart, he was told they were nothing alike.

If Miss Alice had only gotten involved with gang activities this year, there was still a chance she hadn't been too corrupted.

Miss Alice hadn't buried anyone? Ryan's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the villa's backyard landscaping. Could it be that there were no bodies buried there?