Chapter 309
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The man’s expression remained unchanging as he replied calmly, “A nurse will come to administer the IV soon. I’m here to give him an injection first.”
A flicker of wariness crossed the man’s eyes, but he masked it quickly. He clearly underestimated Christina, assuming she was no more than a clueless woman who didn’t realize the danger that was right in front of her. Even if he injected Dylan with poison in front of her, he thought, she wouldn’t notice. By the time she realized something was wrong, it would be too late. He assumed it would be after Dylan’s death that she would finally understand what had transpired.
Christina stretched lazily and yawned indifferently, playing her part. “Sure, do whatever you need,” she responded.
A sly smile tugged at the assassin’s lips. This woman was, without a doubt, foolish. His guard lowered even further, his confidence growing with each passing second.
Silently, the assassin mocked the naïveté of Dylan’s circle. After surviving a life-threatening ordeal, it was this “useless” woman who stood guard over him. Against all odds, Dylan had survived what should have been a fatal shot, saved only by King’s intervention at the last possible moment.
But now, with that unfinished business, the organization had sent this assassin to tie up the loose ends.
The syringe in the assassin’s hand gleamed in the dim light as he took a step forward, his smirk widening beneath the mask. One shot of that poison, and Dylan’s fate would be sealed. No miracle could change that outcome.
Just as the assassin prepared to inject Dylan with the poison, a chilling breeze swept through the room. Instinct screamed a warning—something was off. In an instant, he ducked, barely missing a punch aimed straight for his jaw, the air crackling with deadly intent. The woman he had dismissed as harmless was, in fact, a fighter. The force behind her blow was undeniable, her strength unmistakable.
There was no time to second-guess. The assassin gritted his teeth, forced onto the defensive by Christina’s furious assault. Letting his guard down had been a disastrous mistake. Beneath her calm exterior, she concealed the instincts of a seasoned combatant.
Still clutching the syringe filled with poison, he lunged at Christina, his teeth bared in a snarl, aiming to strike with the needle.
But Christina wasn’t about to give him the chance. The opening she gave him had been intentional—a calculated move to draw him in. He took the bait.
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Triumph flashed in Christina’s eyes as she grabbed his hand holding the syringe and drove a powerful punch into his chest.
Though his bones held firm, the blow sent a shock of agony through him, stealing his breath. The pain forced his hand open, and in one swift motion, Christina seized the syringe from his grasp.
Shock registered in the assassin’s eyes as he realized the syringe was gone. His reflexes kicked in, and he lunged for it. But before he could react, a swift, merciless kick sent him sprawling to the ground.
Outclassed at every turn, he lay there, stunned and humiliated. Despite his reputation as one of the organization’s elite assassins, he had been dismantled by her in mere seconds. The shame of failing a mission was one thing; being taken apart so easily by a woman stung his pride even more.
Breathless, his scowl deepened. He spat out a single question, refusing to yield. “Who the hell are you?”
The assassin belatedly realized that nothing about this woman was ordinary. Her mastery of both combat and disguise was on another level entirely. Letting his guard down had been a fatal error—he had paid the price for underestimating her. Bitter humiliation gnawed at him. Losing to a woman stung in a way he couldn’t stomach.
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