Chapter 173 Floyd Yeatman

• Unexpectedly, the man on the other end cackled. “Oh, Wolf Lord, you're truly something. If not for my secret informant, your little performance might have actually fooled me.”
• A wave of tension swept through the room, as everyone's expressions shifted. Suspicion flickered in their eyes. There's a spy among us?
• Huxley's pupils narrowed, his charade crumbling in an instant. His voice turned icy, and he spat, “Yeatman, you're finished! I don't care where you hide—I will find you, and I will kill you.”