The Assassin
“She got lucky. I believe you’ll do better than her tomorrow.”
Right then, he suddenly recalled the assassin that Arielle brought back with her.
Clenching his fists, he pretended to ask nonchalantly, “What about the assassin? How did Dad and Cor
punish him?”
Queenie was delighted, for she assumed Donovan wanted to chat with her. They were married for a
long while, but it was always her who initiated the conversation, and Donovan would usually answer
her half-heartedly.
“My dad wants to start an investigation to find out how he entered Mount Blackcloud,” she revealed
honestly. “Mount Blackcloud is our territory, and Arielle nearly got murdered there. Thus, my dad has to
give her an explanation. However, Arielle rejected his offer and told him to keep the assassin locked up
for now. She wants my dad to find out how he got into Mount Blackcloud. After the selection ends, she
would get Vinson to investigate the rest.”
Donovan grew flustered when he heard that Vinson would be taking over the case soon. Abraham
might not find anything, but I can’t say the same for Vinson. If Vinson discovered that I was the one
who hired the assassin to kill Arielle, things would not end well for me, even with the Mills’ protection.
Regret crept up Donovan’s heart at that thought. Why did I fail to hold myself back? She might’ve
beaten me up and insulted me, but that’s no big deal. Why did I contact the person recklessly? What
should I do now?
After a while, Queenie realized Donovan wasn’t responding and glanced in his direction. The man’s
expression was grim, and there was no telling what was on his mind.
“Don, what’s wrong?” Queenie was afraid to see Donovan acting this way. As she loved him with a
vengeance, she hated it when he ignored her. Every time Donovan fell silent, fear would grip her throat,
for it reminded her of how they got married in the first place.
“Nothing. It’s late, so you should sleep.” Donovan snapped back to reality and tucked her in. He lay on
the bed, rolled over, and shut his eyes. Queenie was his wife and loved him dearly, but he dared not
reveal that he was the one who hired the assassin to kill Arielle.
Despite being a lovesick fool, Queenie could sense that something was off. However, she couldn’t
figure out what it was.
A brief silence later, Queenie said, “Don, I’m your wife. You can tell me everything instead of keeping
your troubles to yourself.” She turned and flung her arm around Donovan’s waist. In return, Donovan
responded, “Go to sleep.”
I know Queenie and Arielle are on bad terms, and Queenie will definitely side with me, but there’s no
way I can tell her why I sent an assassin after Arielle. I can’t lie because Queenie will make things hard
for Arielle. If Arielle spills the truth, there’s no telling how the Mills will react. If they give up on me,
Vinson won’t let me off so easily.
It was dark outside, and the moon had disappeared without a trace. A gentle and cool breeze rustled
the leaves in the dark.
A figure appeared outside the room where the assassin was held in. Realizing the guard wasn’t
around, he opened the door and sneaked in to carry the assassin, who was lying on the bed, out of the
room. Swiftly, the figure arrived at the backyard and opened the door. Another figure materialized and
took the unconscious assassin from him.
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