Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Meeting her cousin

Chapter Hundred and Seven

As they turned off the main road, she directed.

"Left," Asli muttered, her voice faint but firm.

Markus glanced at her, catching the way her hand pressed tighter against her side. More blood soaked through her shirt now... darker, heavier. He didn’t argue. He turned.

Asli was human too.

She pointed with a jerk of her chin toward a lit sign just ahead, its flickering red cross buzzing weakly against the night.

"Park," she whispered, already pushing the door open before the car had fully stopped.

She staggered out, boots scraping gravel, her fingers still clamped over the wound. Her back was straight, and her jaw set, each step pulled tight with purpose.

.Markus followed her. Why didn’t she use her Villa’s doctors?

The clinic door creaked as she pushed it open. Inside, the place smelled like antiseptic and rust. No nurses at the desk. Just humming fluorescent lights and the ticking of a distant wall clock.

She did not wait for assistance.

Her feet carried her down a short hallway, past the consulting rooms, until she found what she needed, a small treatment bay, curtain half drawn, and a tray of instruments glinting under cold light.

She peeled her jacket off slowly, her breath catching as the fabric tugged at the dried blood. Then the shirt. It was sticky, ruined. Her side was a mess, the skin torn open over pale, half-healed scar tissue.

She didn’t flinch. Just breathed through her nose.

"Let me help you," Markus offered but she shook her head. He didn’t press and just watched her.

She grabbed a bottle of antiseptic from a nearby shelf and splashed it over the wound without hesitation. The sting was immediate... sharp enough to make her vision dance but she gritted her teeth and stayed still.

With steady fingers, she threaded a curved needle.

In. Out. In. Out.

Each stitch tugged the wound tighter, the skin folding into itself with quiet obedience. Her hand trembled once, just slightly. But she did not stop.

She tied the last knot with practiced ease, then taped gauze over the angry red line and pulled a fresh undershirt from the cabinet.

By the time the doctor pushed the door open, she was already done. Throwing her bloodied clothes in a bin, her shoulders squared like nothing had happened.

"Asli..." The woman called as she eyed Markus who stood by her. She wasn’t scared of her. So he knew the doctor knew her too well.

"Needed some help," she told her. The doctor folded her arms.

"And you did not wait for me?" She asked Asli but she ignored her as she walked over to the nearby sink. She didn’t sound angry and neither did she look it.

Markus cleared his throat. He did not know what their relationship was but the doctor seemed nice. And Asli didn’t look weary of her. The more he watched them, the more curious he was about who the Doctor was.

Her clinic did not look aesthetically pleasing either.

"I’m Doctor Hilde." She offered her hand and he took it, shaking her firmly.

"I’m Markus." He told also her.

Dr. Hilde smiled warmly at him and from the other side of the room, they could see Asli rolling her eyes.

"You will need to fix the bulbs," Markus advised. He didn’t know what else to say.

"Can you imagine? It’s been faulty for almost a week. The company I called refused to come and work though I have paid." She complained and Markus wondered why she was telling him.

"I’ll have someone come and fix it for you." He didn’t know why he said that. Usually, he wouldn’t have cared.

"That’s so sweet of you but don’t worry. I want them to come and do it since I have paid. If by Thursday it still hasn’t been fixed, I’ll go there myself and show that I’m not just a pretty face." She informed and Markus watched her face properly.

He hadn’t done that when she first entered.

Her face, though flushed from exertion, held a strange calmness; her eyes were sharp and focused, and her mouth set in a line that spoke of quiet defiance.

The faded scar along her collarbone, and the bruises forming along her arms, none of it matched the softness of her features or the delicate cut of her jaw.

She didn’t flinch under his gaze. She met it head-on. And as he watched her smile at him as if that was all she could offer him, he found himself nodding faintly. She was right. She was not just a pretty face.

Who was she?

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