chapter 463 bloody handprint

Shh——

Horacio made a hushing gesture towards Sharon, his face tense as he kept vigilant watch in the direction of the window.

This was the Presidential Suite, fifty floors high. The large floor-to-ceiling window was covered by curtains, so they couldn't see what was happening outside.

What puzzled Horacio was not why someone would knock on the window of a suite fifty stories high in the middle of the night - a feat difficult for ordinary people.

For a master, however,...