Chapter 362: A Rare Show of Tenderness

Rebecca Smith raised her eyes to Hank Clegg.

He seemed so familiar yet so eerie to her.

A somewhat forlorn but mocking smirk crept its way onto her face. "Do you really think… I'd disclose that to you?" she asked.

She lifted her chin defiantly. "You know, Hank, I could have killed you at any time. I held back only because I harbored illusions about you. I thought I might have another chance with you after you lost your memories due to the injury. But you shattered my dreams…"

"So, are you trying to prove that you can end my life?" Hank Clegg asked coldly.

Rebecca Smith gritted her teeth, hissing, "I'm sure you must have seen the archives. You would know about your recent mission, where you disappeared without a trace and people thought you were dead. How do you think you returned from that? Could you have done that without me purposefully letting you off the hook?"