Chapter 152
Chapter 152
Echohawk flicked her wrist, and a silver needle shot straight at him.
The young man tilted his head just in time, and the needle embedded itself into the cabinet door. He glanced at it, a flicker of surprise crossing his fans
He didn’t expect someone to try to kill with a silver needle.
Echohawk followed up with a punch, forcing him to block and engage.
“Are you here to protect him?” Echohawk demanded, her voice sharp.
“Yes and no,” he replied, his tone light and quick. “He can’t die just yet.”
With only four years of training under her belt, Echohawk knew she was no match for him. She tried to go for her needles again, but he caught her move, grabbed her wrist, and pinned her to bed.
In desperation, she bit down hard on his hand. He winced but didn’t let go, tying her up and gripping her jaw firmly.
Her lips were stained bright red with his blood.
He stared at her, half amused, half exasperated. “What are you, a dog? That bite’s no joke!” he teased.
Realizing he had no intention of killing her, Echohawk gradually calmed down. Not wanting to provoke him further, she stayed silent.
Seeing her quiet down, the man glanced at the unconscious man on the floor and let out a sigh. “I need to take him alive.”
But Echohawk was here to kill him.
Her gaze shifted to the bite marks on his forearm.
They were uneven, some deep enough to draw blood.
She thought, ‘This guy’s tolerance for pain is insane. Even after being bitten like that, he still managed to tie me up so calmly.‘
He didn’t seem like a bad person.
The young man’s eyes landed on her masked face. “You look young Why take on a job like this?” he asked, his tone curious.
Echohawk stayed quiet, and the man chuckled lightly. “You’re able to dodge those bodyguards he hired. Good for you.”
“Not as good as you,” she shot back sarcastically.
The young man reached out and tapped her forehead, the mask making a metallic “clang” sound.
“Your mission’s going to fail. Got any wishes? I can make it up to you,” he offered.
Echohawk said nothing, but her stomach suddenly let out a loud growl.
She had been tailing her target for so long that she hadn’t had a chance to eat.
The silence grew awkward.
The
young man couldn’t help but laugh. “Hungry, huh?”
Echohawk clammed up again, refusing to respond.
Suddenly, he leaned in closer, and she instinctively leaned back, her guard up. “What are you trying to do?” she asked defensively.
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Chapter 152
He pressed his hands on her shoulders and undid her restraints. “Just leave. You can’t beat me.
“If we ever meet again, I’ll treat you to dinner–forever, if that’s what it takes.”
Echohawk found his words ridiculous and slipped out the window without looking back.
She hadn’t given up on her plan to take out the wealthy man. Disguised as a reporter, she had been patiently waiting for the right moment. But just as she was about to act, her boss assigned her to another urgent task, ordering her to return immediately.
Resigned to failure, Echohawk she was just about to leave when she overheard the shocking news–her target had died of a sudden heart attack
Aria woke up at eight, sent Owen a quick message, and flopped back onto the bed.
Eight years ago, Aria had been too impulsive. If that man had truly wanted her dead, she wouldn’t have stood a chance.
Aria had pushed herself to the limit, training relentlessly to grow stronger.
Now that she’d seen him again, Aria wasn’t even sure how to bring up the idea of a sparring match. After all, he was a lawyer now.
Owen read her message, made breakfast for one, and headed out to work
When he ran into Mason, he greeted him casually, “Morning, Mason.”
“Morning, Owen,” Mason replied, looking worn out and troubled, like he hadn’t slept a wink.
Owen asked, “Tough case giving you headaches?”
Mason let out an awkward laugh. “Yeah, something tricky came up. I better get to it.”
Owen watched him rush off, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
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Mason really did keep things well–hidden. If it hadn’t been for yesterday’s incident at the police station, no one would’ve suspected a thing.
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