Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Still leaving the Villa

Chapter Ninety Seven

He didn’t make a sound.

Not a flinch. Not a groan. Nothing.

Only the faint tremor in his clenched fists betrayed him.

The silence that followed was thick, suffocating. The men around them shifted, uneasy, but she barely noticed.

Her eyes locked onto his, searching, and waiting for the crack... for the moment he would break, the moment he would confess.

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Nothing but quiet pain and something else. Something deeper.

Something like betrayal.

And yet, she still couldn’t see it. Her mind was too clouded with the hunger for the truth to realize...

She was torturing the one man who would have died for her.

Everyone saw how disappointed he looked so why was she not seeing it?

"Boss..."

She turned her head slightly, her gaze falling on the man who had spoken. His face was tight with unease, and his fingers twitched at his sides as if controlling himself. "He is one of us."

The words rang in her ears, but she was too angry to believe them.

’He is one of us.’

Was he?

Her fingers tightened around the still-warm knife. And then, without a moment’s hesitation, she threw it.

The blade sliced through the air and before anyone could do anything, It buried itself deep in his skull with a sickening thunk.

The man didn’t even make a sound. Just dropped where he was standing. A few sharp inhales were heated for a short while

Then the room went dead silent. Nobody showed any reaction or murmured like they did.

They shuffled their feet as they took an unconscious step back. No one dared to speak. No one even moved after.

She turned back to him— the man bound to the chair. The one whose silence was driving her deeper into madness. He was no longer Cole to her. He was a nameless carcass to her.

His face had finally changed. Not in fear. Not in anger. But something else. Something raw.

His throat worked as he swallowed, eyes flicking down to the fresh corpse, then back to her.

She ignored the slight shake in her hands as she stepped toward the tray again. The tools waited for her, glinting for attention, each one offering a different kind of pain.

Her fingers skimmed over them once more.

Then, she found it.

A thin, hooked blade that was small, sharp, and designed for peeling flesh from bone.

Perfect.

She picked it up, rolling it between her fingers, feeling its weight.

Then, she turned back to him.

"Let’s see how much more you can take."

But when she looked up— when her eyes met his— something in her chest twisted.

The fire in his gaze was gone. Not because he had accepted his fate, not because he had surrendered to the pain.

No.

Because he was hurt.

Not by the blade. Not by the burns.

By her.

His lips were slightly parted, his breaths shallow and uneven, but he never looked away. There was no anger in his face, no hatred. Just... disbelief.

As if he couldn’t comprehend that Asli, his leader, his boss— was doing this to him.

That she had doubted him.

Her stomach tightened, but she pushed it down, burying it beneath the rage that had fueled her from the beginning. He had to be lying. He had to be.

Because if he wasn’t...

Then she had made the worst mistake of her life.

Her fingers tightened around the hooked blade, but she didn’t move.

He just kept looking at her with that same look of betrayal, disbelief, and pain.

And that was when it hit her.

If she had truly believed he was guilty, she wouldn’t have used a knife. Even the burn had been controlled.

If she had known— really known— that he was a traitor, she would have used something worse. More painful and dangerous .

She would have made him suffer.

Her grip loosened. Then, with a sharp exhale, she tossed the blade back onto the tray. It clattered against the metal, loud in the tense silence.

Her men waited, eyes flickering between her and the man still tied to the chair. No one dared to speak.

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