Illuminati Headquarters
"Natasha, this is your chance to redeem yourself from failure!" An elderly man said softly.
"Yes, Elder." Natasha nodded, her eyes firmed and determined. The humiliation she received from being forced to retreat was still vividly in her mind.
What made her feel even more aggrieved was that the spy she spent so much money on was actually useless in obtaining more critical information.
Not only did she waste her money for naught, but she was also played like a fiddle by that money-grubber spy of hers.
This kind of incident was something she had never experienced in the past!
Just when Natasha planned on making a few phone calls and messages to gather allies to target the Vanguard Guild, she suddenly received a notification.
Upon opening her message inbox, she noticed it was from Luther of the Miracle Pavilion.
