Qiao Yue narrowed her eyes.
Her opponent?
This word reminded her of Oswald, the boy who had been challenging her and unwilling to admit defeat.
Could he be No. 53?
Qiao Yue wanted to find out No. 53's identity, but in the end, she did not send the text message.
After all, it was normal that the Godfather would train people other than herself.
Her two-year deal with the Godfather hadn't been fulfilled yet, so there was no need to rock the boat.
At the thought of this, Qiao Yue turned off her phone and lay back down in bed .
She had just gotten up, but she already felt tired. Lu Ying had indeed given her some very strong medicine.
She lay in bed, but her mind was racing.
Her mother's face kept appearing in her mind, as well as the things she experienced when she grew up under the Godfather's care. She took a deep breath, calmed her mind, and let herself fall back into a deep sleep.
