Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 124

Chapter 124: “I’ll handle her”

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Four

The villa’s corridors echoed with the sharp staccato of Asli’s heels as she stormed through, her breath ragged, fists clenched. The report clutched in her hand felt like a burning brand, each page a betrayal etched in ink. Staff members scattered at her approach, their eyes wide with alarm.

"Where is he?" she barked at a passing guard.

"Boss?"

"Markus. Where is he?"

The guard hesitated, glancing toward the courtyard. "His car hasn’t left the premises, Boss."

Asli’s eyes narrowed. She spun on her heel, pulling out her phone. Her fingers trembled as she dialed his number.

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Inside his parked car, Markus still sat rigidly.

His phone buzzed, the screen flashing Asli’s name. He swallowed hard, while dread coiled in his stomach.

"Hello?" he answered, his voice strained.

"Markus," Asli’s voice was icy, "I need to see you. Now."

He glanced at Matilda, her smirk growing when she noticed who had called.

"I’ll be right there," he replied, ending the call.

He turned to Matilda, his jaw tight. "I don’t want to see you in this car when I return."

She raised an eyebrow, unbothered. "Or what?"

"Don’t test me," he growled. "Be gone before I return."

Without waiting for a response, he exited the car, striding toward the villa.

Asli paced her bedroom, the report spread out on the bed like a crime scene. The door creaked open, and Markus stepped in, though his expression was guarded.

Before he could speak, a vase flew past his head, missing him by inches and shattering against the wall behind him. Ceramic shards rained down in sharp, tinkling splinters.

"Are you out of your mind?" he barked, instinctively stepping back.

But even as the words left his mouth, a cold ripple threaded down his spine. His eyes flicked around the room, briefly scanning the windows, and the cracked vase, then landing back on her fiery frame. Something felt off.

’Did she see us in the car?’ he thought.

The possibility hit him like a punch to the gut. Was she watching them? His eyes went back to the window.

’No.’ he quickly responded. Where his car was packed was nowhere near her window.

He hadn’t seen anyone, hadn’t felt any eyes... he was trained to know when he was being watched.

But still...

Or maybe someone else saw. Someone who knew what it would mean. Someone petty or nosy enough to report it to her like a prized secret.

Was it Demir? He had vanished during his current mission, did he suddenly return? Did he see them?

His jaw clenched. He could still feel the ghost of Matilda’s breath on his skin, the reckless tilt of her smile, the smug gleam in her eyes when she threatened to twist the story to her favor. And now, Asli... was she reacting to that as if it were his fault?

Her fury was wild and unfiltered, and she wasn’t one to lose control unless something cut deep.

If she knew what happened in the car, if she even suspected... he was screwed.

"Explain this!" she shouted, pointing at the documents.

Markus’s eyes flicked to the papers, recognizing the damning evidence. He sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

"This is better than I expected," he muttered.

Asli’s eyes blazed. "Better? You have been lying to me!" How did he imagine her reaction to be like for him to think this one was better?

He met her gaze, his demeanor shifting. The usual levity was gone, replaced by a cold, steely resolve.

"I owe you no explanation," he said flatly.

Asli’s breath caught. This wasn’t the Markus she knew.

"Get out," she whispered. "And don’t come back."

He crossed his arms. "My business is with your father, not you."

She stepped closer, fury radiating off her. "I will expose you."

He leaned in, his voice low. "Are you ready for the consequences?"

Her heart pounded. He knew. Or probably knew... About her and Ahmet.

"Get out," she repeated, her voice cracking.

Markus turned and walked away, leaving Asli standing amidst the wreckage.

She needed to think. Why would they play her? What was his business with her father about? She knew her adoptive father hated Ahmet and his family so there was no way he’d join hands with them unless he had a motive or simply wasn’t aware of the game these brothers were playing.

She reached for her phone and called Ahmet. Her fingers were trembling around the phone. She nearly hung up, but on the third ring, his voice came through smooth, unreadable.

He picked up at the third ring. "Hello."

"What game are you playing with me?" She yelled at him.

There was a pause. Long enough to cut through her like a blade.

Then his tone dropped, calm and maddeningly detached. "Asli, I thought we were over this."

Her brows furrowed. Her lips parted, but for a second, no words came.

Over what exactly? What were they over with? What was he... "You know damn well what you were doing." She growled, heat rising behind her eyes.

"Woman, I’ve got a war waging in my head. If you’re not going to say what this is about, I’m hanging up."

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