Chapter 310
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“Looks like I’m the splinter you can’t dig out.” Christina arched a brow and flashed a taunting smile.
Her attitude infuriated the assassin. Barely containing his rage, he muttered through clenched teeth,
“You’re some kind of bodyguard hired by the Scott family, aren’t you?”
“Something like that.” Christina nodded. Dylan had indeed hired her, though her role was to accompany Chloe and help her enjoy life—with a very generous salary.
Remorse twisted his features.
“I misjudged you. Thought you were just another ordinary woman.” He clenched his jaw.
Christina pressed her advantage, planting a foot on his chest.
“Now it’s my turn—who sent you after Dylan? Did you have a hand in the shot to his chest?”
A sneer curled the assassin’s lips as he refused to give in.
“Good question!” he spat, suddenly producing a hidden dagger and swiping at her foot.
Christina’s fast reflexes saved her. She dodged with ease as he sprang up and launched another desperate attack. It was clear—he wanted to escape, not prolong the fight. Another round would only end in defeat for him.
The assassin suddenly retreated, flinging the dagger her way to buy a few precious seconds.
Christina ducked the blade, but the danger escalated—a silenced pistol appeared in the assassin’s grasp.
“Just die already!” the assassin growled, fury breaking through. Initially, his mission had been to eliminate only Dylan. But Christina’s interference pushed him to kill her without hesitation.
Confidence painted a crooked smile across his face as he squeezed the trigger, sure of her demise.
𝒍𝒂tｅ𝒔t 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 gαlnovels.ｃοm
But Christina moved with impossible speed—the bullet whistled past harmlessly.
The sheer speed of her reaction stunned the assassin. How was that even possible? Frozen for a split second, he tried to fire again, but his strength abruptly failed him. His limbs turned to lead, and he crashed to the floor, powerless to continue. His grip faltered, and the gun slipped from his numb fingers, now useless.
“What… what have you done to me?” The assassin’s voice trembled, pure fear replacing his earlier defiance.
A sly grin tugged at Christina’s lips. “Just gave you a tiny dose of poison.”
Disbelief twisted his features. “No way! When did you poison me? I didn’t sense a thing!”
Christina let out a laugh. “If you had figured out the moment I slipped poison into you, then I’d fail to live up to the name Noxin,” she said with a hint of mischief.
Astonishment widened the assassin’s eyes as her words struck. “Noxin? Holy shit!” he gasped, staring at her in a mix of horror and awe. “You—are you seriously that Noxin? The master of poisons who kills without a trace?”
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