Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84: Jealous Ahmet

Chapter Eighty-Four

He stood, ignoring himself and stretching out his shoulders before heading for the door. He paused just long enough to throw his cousin a glance over his shoulder.

"She’s my toy. Only I decide when this ends between us." Though Ahmet had told his cousin this, Markus was sure even he didn’t believe that himself. The grip on his armchair was too tight, the muscle in his jaw ticking with barely restrained frustration.

If he really believed his own words, he wouldn’t look like hell after just a few days she hadn’t called him. The dark circles under his eyes, and the restless way he paced when he thought no one was watching... it all told a different story. _{fr\(e)ew(e)b.(n)o (v)(e)l.com}

Ahmet’s anger burned hotter with every passing second. And Markus saw it. It wasn’t just the silence that was haunting him. It wasn’t just her defiance.

It was him.

The other man. The one hovering too close, the one she wasn’t ignoring.

He watched as Ahmet’s fingers curled into fists, one more time, his shoulders coiling in tension. She was not just a toy. Ahmet knew that. He had lied. Markus knew that. But that wasn’t the argument here. That wasn’t the real problem.

The real problem was Demir.

And something told Ahmet that the bastard wasn’t planning to back down either.

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Ahmet slid into the driver’s seat, the leather cool against his back. He started the car at the same time he pulled out his phone and scrolled to her name. Without hesitation, he pressed the dial, and the phone rang as he pulled onto the road.

One ring.

Two.

Three.

Straight to voicemail.

His jaw ticked, as his fingers tightened around the wheel. She was ignoring him. It was clear now that she was ignoring him.

Big mistake. Was it because of Demir? It had to be him.

He exhaled slowly, keeping his cool as he pulled over to the side of the road. The streetlights flickered above him, casting angry rays into his eyes. He ignored the lights and stared at his phone for a moment before tapping out a message. He capitalized each word deliberately.

"If you know what’s good for you, better pick up my call before I do anything that will put both you and me in trouble."

He hit send, tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, and let the silence stretch. Five seconds. No response.

Ten. Still, no response.

His patience snapped. He picked up the phone and dialed her number again. He meant his threat. If she didn’t pick up this call, he was going to do something stupid. Something he might regret later.

This time, she answered. He almost sighed as relief washed over him.

However....

There was a pause— just breathing on the other end like she was debating whether to speak first.

For some reason, his anguish had suddenly transformed into something else... something exciting.

Ahmet smirked, his grip on the wheel loosening. "There you are." It could be that he was simply relieved she had picked up his call.

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