Daniel glared at the people in front of him with his sharp eyes full of intention to kill.
"Do you think I'll tell you? Dream on!"
LF glanced at Chantelle and then grinned.
"Of course, you're free not to tell ." Daniel wasn't angry. He waved his hand, and the bodyguards surrounded LF to remove the crossbow bolts from his limbs.
Blood began to pour from LF's wounds. He realized he had angered soone terrifying. He might still be alive, but he would bleed to death in an hour.
Before LF could say anything, the bodyguards lifted him and put him in a seat, tying him up.
Then, they destroyed the veins in his limbs without rcy. In just minutes, he went from being Lone Wolf's top assassin to a disabled man.
"Daniel, just kill ! I don't have a plan to live anyway. I will never betray the organization!"
"Of course. Lone Wolf's n always keep their promises." Daniel removed a microchip from LF's arm and handed it to Ashton to hack it imdiately.
"Daniel, what are you trying to do?"
"It's simple. If you're going to kill my woman, I'm going to kill you."
"Just do it! Do you think I'm afraid of you? Do you think I'm afraid of death?"
LF shouted as loud as he could and tried to stand, but he couldn't. He sat in a pool of his own blood and felt his body was getting weaker.
Daniel signaled to Ashton. He took all the bodyguards and left the warehouse, leaving only Daniel and LF behind.
Daniel ignored LF and used the microchip to send a ssage. He got a call soon after and played the video on the computer screen. The caller tried to hide his identity, making the video blurry.
"Lone Wolf. We are both businessn. Let's make a deal."
"Who do you want to kill?"
"I want the person who wants to kill Chantelle dead. I'll pay you ten tis the reward and I'll keep LF alive."
"Deal."
anwhile, outside the warehouse, Chantelle had woken up. She rembered the mont when the assassin charged at her, and Daniel rushed in front to protect her.
She thought she was dreaming.
"Calvin, what happened?"
"Ms. Chantelle, the assassin suddenly went berserk. We almost got killed. Thankfully, Mr. Wilson arrived just in ti."
"Daniel is here?" Chantelle realized she wasn't dreaming, but she didn't understand why he would be there.
"Yes. Mr. Wilson has already subdued the assassin. He's being interrogated now."
"Did Daniel find out anything?" Chantelle asked as she tried to stand up.
Then, she felt pain in her arm, which had been previously injured.
Blood was seeping through the bandage, and the pain was sharp even with the smallest movent. She had to sit back down.
"Ms. Chantelle, your wound has opened. It's better if you don't move around for now."
"Mr. Wilson already found the microchip. I'm sure there will be a result soon."
Chantelle stayed quiet. She asked Calvin to help her up so she could go and look inside the warehouse.
She wondered what Daniel would do if he found out the person who hired the assassin was Joseph.
Were they friends or enemies?
Chantelle had so many questions. She couldn't sit still.
Before she could stand up, Daniel walked out of the warehouse, surrounded by his bodyguards like a king.
Calvin was good at reading the room, so he sat in the driver's seat before Daniel arrived.
Ashton opened the door for Daniel, and he sat inside the car, leaning on Chantelle.
The backseat, which was spacious before, felt cramped to Chantelle once Daniel was inside.
"I have brought too many n today. There's no space for in the car. I need you to send ho." Daniel said this without asking for permission.
Ashton sat in the passenger seat and told Calvin to start driving.
Chantelle was confused. She didn't understand what he was trying to do. He had just ordered her subordinate in front of her. She also didn't know why Calvin obeyed him so easily.
Chantelle was not happy.
"Thank you for today, Mr. Wilson. I wonder how you knew I was trapped here. Were you tracking ?"
"Twice I got injured because of the sa person. I'm just trying to get revenge for myself. There's no need to thank , Ms. Chantelle."
"You are really... Ouch!" Chantelle turned too quickly and accidentally hit the wound on her arm.
Daniel's expression suddenly beca serious.
"Were you injured?"
Daniel felt guilty when he saw blood coming from Chantelle's arm. He imdiately ordered Calvin to turn the car around.
"Head to Silver Crest Global District."
"Yes, Mr. Wilson," Calvin replied politely.
Chantelle was stunned, seeing Calvin's obedience.
"Calvin, have you switched employers?"
"Ms. Chantelle, you're hurt. This place is closer to Silver Crest Global District. We should listen to Mr. Wilson and treat your wound first." Calvin explained calmly and politely.
Calvin's explanation made sense, and Chantelle couldn't argue with it.
The dicine Philip had used on her wrist earlier was very effective.
"I think Calvin is right. Ms. Chantelle's assistant is excellent." Daniel was pleased with Calvin's response and praised him.
"Mr. Wilson. That's too much praise."
Chantelle was speechless. She looked at Ashton, silently pleading for help.
Ashton, sweating nervously, couldn't do anything. Even though Calvin seed to be doing a better job, he just pretended not to notice.
Thankfully, it only took 20 minutes to reach Silver Crest Global District.
Philip was still upset after being blocked by Daniel when he heard soone entering the passcode to his place.
After being abandoned the night before, Philip binge-watched three seasons of Bones. He watched nonstop until morning. As he was about to sleep, he heard soone entering his place.
He heard the beeps of the keypad, followed by his door unlocking.
Philip, wearing a dinosaur onesie and holding a Tigger doll, stood there watching the door open.
As expected, Daniel walked in.
Philip was furious when he saw him.
"Daniel, how dare you! Last night... Oh. Hehe. Ms. Chantelle. You're here too. Please co in. My house is a ss, but it doesn't usually look like this. I swear."
Philip was having the most awkward mont of his life. He forced a fake smile and pulled Daniel to one side.
"Daniel, this isn't right. Even if you're successful, you shouldn't be showing off your love in the morning. I'm telling you, I'm fragile," Philip complained in exaggeration.
Reviews
All reviews (0)