Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114: Mission for Matilda

Chapter Hundred and Fourteen

Asli pushed open the door to Matilda’s room, careful not to make too much noise.

The faint scent of vanilla and old paper filled the small space, and the soft creak of the door made her grimace.

Quiet, she reminded herself to be quiet.

The young girl was sprawled across the bed, a book face-down on her chest, fast asleep under the dim glow of the bedside lamp.

Asli stood for a moment, watching her; the peacefulness she hadn’t known herself in years.

Matilda didn’t belong in their world. She shouldn’t even be breathing the same dangerous air Asli did.

But right now, she needed her.

"Matilda," she whispered, moving closer. She knelt by the bedside and tapped her shoulder. "Wake up."

Matilda stirred, blinking blearily up at her. "Asli? What... what time is it?"

"Almost five." Asli kept her voice low but firm. "I need you to do something for me. Now."

Matilda pushed herself up on her elbows, frowning. "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong." Asli shook her head. "I just need a favor. No questions."

Matilda squinted at her suspiciously. Asli had never asked her for a favor before. "Well, that is new."

"It is nothing huge." Asli pulled the small coil of green thread from her pocket and held it up between two fingers. The thread was thin, almost weightless, a soft forest green that would catch the right pair of eyes and vanish to anyone else. But she wasn’t going to explain why to Matilda.

"I need you to get this onto someone for me. Just... place it. Somewhere they won’t feel it or notice it. Somewhere he won’t brush it off, but the person it is intended for might spot it right away."

Matilda sat up fully now, all sleep gone from her face. "That is it?"

"That’s it," Asli confirmed.

The girl stared at the thread for a moment, then back at her. "Who is it you want to see it?"

Asli folded her arms. Was the right question not who she wanted her to put it on?

"You don’t need to know," Asli said. "Just trust me."

Matilda bit her lip, hesitation flashing across her face. Then she nodded slowly. "Alright. Who will he be?"

She was finally asking the right question.

"He will be coming to the hall," Asli said. "In fifteen minutes. He usually wears a gray or black jacket."

She paused.

"Markus?"

Matilda’s eyes widened at the name. She knew of Markus... everyone did. So why was Asli speaking as if he was a stranger?

However, she doubted he wouldn’t see it. She had come to realize something about him. He wasn’t as stupid as they all thought he was. There was something about his aura when they were alone.

Dangerous. He was unpredictable and that was the reputation Markus carried around her.

Should she tell Asli? She shook her head. She didn’t want Asli to think she was lying so she’d stop training.

"You are serious," Matilda muttered.

Asli nodded grimly. "I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important."

Matilda swung her legs off the bed and stood. She was already moving toward her closet, grabbing a sweatshirt. "Fine. How close do I have to get?"

"Close enough to bump into him." Asli’s voice softened, just a little. "But not too close. You’re just clumsy. You trip. You laugh. You apologize. And you’re gone."

Matilda gave her a look... half amused. "You’re asking me to bump into Markus and act casual about it."

"Yes."

Asli pressed the thread into her hand.

"Why are you acting like I do not know Markus?" She asked. Something was off about Asli this morning.

Usually, she acted as if Markus was not to be taken seriously but right now, she was acting as if Markus could hurt her if she got closer to him. But she didn’t ask her.

"Okay." She was going to do it her own way anyway.

"And Matilda, don’t forget you need to make sure it stays on him. Somewhere visible enough for someone else to notice, but not so obvious that he feels it and brushes it off."

Matilda sighed dramatically. "How am I supposed to know if he will brush it off or not?"

"Just... go," Asli ordered dryly.

Matilda laughed under her breath, shaking her head.

They exchanged a small smile. It was tight. Then Matilda tucked the thread into the hem of her sleeve, hiding it carefully.

Asli stepped back as Matilda grabbed her slippers quickly, and pulled her hoodie up over her head.

There was a spark in her sister’s eyes now... adrenaline, excitement, and fear all tangled up together.

"You remember what to do?" Asli asked one last time.

Matilda nodded. "Trip. Laugh. Apologize. Thread sticks. Walk away."

"Good girl." Asli reached out and squeezed her shoulder.

"Do not be obvious."

Matilda rolled her eyes. "Please. I’m the least threatening thing in that room."

Asli watched her slip out of the bedroom, light on her feet. The door clicked softly shut behind her.

Alone now, Asli let out a long, slow breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding.

The night was thinning now, bleeding into the pale gray of the morning. _{fre\e(w)ebn ov.e l\. co.m}

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