Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105: Was it to finish her off?

Chapter Hundred and Five

Matilda straightened, her fingers twitching at her sides as she stared back at him. "No, I haven’t taken a break yet."

He glanced at her, eyes sharp. "There’s no such thing as a break in this business."

She frowned, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "First off, I’m not in this business. Second, I think you’re being way too hard on me. And third, is this all there is for you? This business?"

He didn’t flinch, his voice was low but firm. "Matilda, one: you are in this business. Two: this is the easiest I’ve ever been. Three: this business is life."

She shook her head, exasperated. "You didn’t answer any of my questions."

He didn’t answer her either, only motioned toward the mat. "Check your stance. Take your first hit after the break. Come on, bring it in."

Without a word, she lowered herself to the floor, her frustration settling into a quiet, tight knot in her chest.

"Oh no, look at that! See, my legs just gave out," she said, dropping herself more into the floor like a puppet whose strings had been cut. The drama in her voice was impossible to miss.

Markus did not even blink. His one brow lifted, unimpressed. "Get up or I am telling Asli."

She was on her feet before he could take a breath, brushing imaginary dust off her pants like it had been part of the routine all along.

Minutes passed, filled with the dull thud of fists on pads and breathless concentration, until his alarm broke the rhythm.

"That is it. We are done for today." He grabbed his bag and turned for the door.

She caught up to him fast, nearly knocking into his back. "Dinner. I mean, what do you say about dinner?" she asked quickly. "At my place. Asli won’t be around."

It came out too fast. Too ’casual’ to be casual.

He stopped, his face unreadable, but his frown deepened just enough.

She tilted her head, eyes wide, and her lips curved in an innocent smile that did not quite reach her eyes.

Maybe he was overthinking it. Because this was Matilda... She was not the type to scheme. At least, not when it came to him. She probably just wanted to share a meal. Her aunt’s cooking was legendary, after all. Maybe she meant eating some of her aunt’s food.

"I have got men to kill," he said flatly, not even glancing back as he picked up his pace.

She matched his steps without hesitation. "Right. But—" _{fr.eew eb novel..com}

Her words trailed off the moment his eyes met hers. They were not the usual one she was used to: Cold and Distant. A glint of something darker projected at her.

He looked... angry.

Markus never got angry. Not visibly. Not like this. Something was wrong. Was he angry he had to train her?

The air around them seemed to tighten.

"Sorry," she murmured, slowing her pace, her voice barely louder than a breath.

He did not even answer. Just kept walking, faster now, until the space between them turned into silence.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, the vibration sharp against the silence. She pulled it out and squinted at the screen.

’Josephine Drube.’

A name that still felt oddly placed in her call log. She still couldnt get used to the fact that she had a friend now.

’My new friend... if that is what you call a girl who looks like she is in a constant argument with life.’

Matilda still had not figured out why Josephine had invited her to lunch that day. She usually avoided people like the plague... and Matilda was not exactly great at breaking walls down.

She answered anyway, her voice soft, but hesitant. "Hello?"

"Have you studied for tomorrow’s test?" Josephine’s voice came through, sharp and straight to the point. Classic Josephine.

Wait a damn minute...

"Huh? We have a test? How? When? Why?" Matilda’s voice pitched into panic.

"Did you not stay for the last lecture?" Josephine asked, calm as if this was going to be a normal test. "Or at least stay awake till the end?"

"I did... I think." Matilda paused. "Okay, I might have dozed off a little." She was not even sorry.

Before Josephine could answer, there was a sharp crash on the other end of the line, which was followed by a deep and angry voice barking. "Who the hell touched my fridge!"

Matilda froze.

She heard Josephine inhale sharply, the kind of breath someone took when they were trying not to be heard.

Her voice, when it came, was quick and low. "I gotta go, Matilda. See you tomorrow on campus."

The line went dead.

Matilda stared at her phone.

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