But even at that, the idea that that dirty man with a limp could throw her out was laughable. Just thinking of it roused the old Lauren, and a sinister light flickered within her eyes.

There was a creak and the door was suddenly pushed open.

Lauren had an unexpected guest. There was barely enough scrap of fabric on her body to cover her dignity, but she felt no shame and made no move to hide herself from this newcomer. Calmly, she raised her head and looked at the newcomer.

Before she stood a man dressed in dark attire, his face partially hidden by a mask. His eyes were sharp and intense, like an eagle's gaze.

"Do you want to get your revenge?" The question was direct and straight to the point.

"Can you assist me?" Lauren replied, matching the man's bluntness.

She didn't bother to ask the man's identity or reason for helping her.

Her face and body were ruined, and now she was nothing but a shadow of herself. Could she resign herself to this fate and allow the one who ruined her life to walk away? Absolutely not.

However, no matter how desperate she was for revenge, her reality was a brutal slap to the face. For one thing, Mitchel was safeguarded by a plethora of bodyguards. She couldn't get within a hundred miles of where he was. And to add insult to injury, Raegan was also out of Lauren's reach.

Indeed, Lauren wanted to get her pound of flesh, to make Mitchel and Raegan suffer for every ounce of horror she had gone through, but she couldn't do it by herself.

Now fate had for once shown mercy on her and brought to her an ally who wanted the same thing she did. What they stood to gain from Mitchel's destruction mattered very little to her. The only she cared about was seeing Mitchel's world crumble.

The second Abel heard Lauren's question, he knew he wouldn't have to persuade her to work with them.

Since that was the case, Abel took out a wad of cash, threw it on the floor and ordered in a voice devoid of emotion, “This is a good place to hide. Stay here and recover. When the time is right for action, you will be informed."

Then, Abel turned around and left.

"Wait!"

Abel stopped in his tracks as Lauren's voice rang out. When he turned to look at her, she met his gaze without flinching. “Is there a poison capable of causing instant death?"

Abel, seasoned in numerous assassination missions, instantly realized Lauren's intent. Lauren possessed the ferocity and venom necessary to execute a deed of earth-shattering consequence in her final moments.

Some hours after Abel left, the dirty man with a limp returned. He had spent the entire day scavenging, but all he had to show for his efforts was a cart filled with refuse.

For once, Lauren cleaned herself up and even tidied up the place.

When she saw the dirty man come in, she promptly descended from her perch and poured water for the man with practiced eagerness.