The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 124

“Please—don’t kill me!” The hitman knew he was no match for Lindsay. Desperate to cling to life, he dropped to his knees and begged for mercy.

“I’ve got a family,” he pleaded, voice shaking. “A sick wife in the hospital, a kid at home, and I’m the only one providing for them. I swear, I’m just trying to survive. Please, let me go.”

Lindsay arched an eyebrow, a mocking smile tugging at her lips. “Funny. You weren’t nearly this humble a minute ago. In fact, you seemed pretty eager to pull the trigger.”

The hitman bowed his head, practically groveling. “I’ll give you everything I was paid—just let me walk away. That’s all I’m asking.”

She considered, her tone icy as she looked down at him. “Letting you go isn’t out of the question. But first, you’re going to tell me: who hired you to kill me?” Her voice turned colder. “Don’t test my patience. You said it yourself—if I killed you right here, no one would ever know. I wouldn’t even have to worry about the law.”

He shook his head violently. “No, please, I’ll tell you everything! The person who hired me was a woman. She paid in cash.”

A woman?

Could it be Althea?

Lindsay narrowed her eyes. “What did she look like?”

“I don’t know. I never saw her face.”

She frowned. “Didn’t you say she paid you in cash? Are you playing games with me?”

He rushed to explain, “She did pay in cash, but she always left it at a specific drop spot. We only ever communicated online.”

“Show me your messages.”

“They’re gone. I deleted everything. I’m not stupid enough to keep evidence lying around.”

“Then how did she find you in the first place?”

It wasn’t the money that bothered her, but the mismatch. If the contract value didn’t line up, maybe the Quigley weren’t behind this hit at all.

Hire a killer for a hundred grand? The Quigley would laugh at the idea.

“Oh—wait!” the hitman blurted suddenly, as if remembering something. “Your info really was up on the dark web for five million, but it was taken down pretty fast.”

As a bottom-tier hitman, he always paid special attention to big contracts, so it stuck in his mind.

“Taken down?” Lindsay asked. “Someone picked up the job?”

“No, the person who posted it removed it. Probably meant they didn’t want you dead—at least not for now. But then, not long after, your info went up again, only this time the bounty was a hundred grand. Definitely a different person than before.”

As he finished, Lindsay finally understood what was going on…