Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98: "I am not doing this, I can smell the alcohol"

Chapter Ninety-Eight

And when she did, they would be the ones tied to the chair and she would give Cole the chance to pay them back.

She knew he was angry, and if not for anything, she owed him to offload that anger.

A knock came on her door and she groaned. She wasn’t ready to entertain anyone.

Matilda’s face appeared by the door when it was opened.

"Busy?" She asked. She was in already, why did she need to ask that. But Asli didn’t scold her. She tried to hide the drink in her hands.

It was not as if she cared about her opinion but she did not want her to see it and think it was okay to drink.

"How do I look?" She asked as she turned around. She looked at her uninterestedly. "Starting my training today. Markus asked me to meet him in the training room in thirty minutes. Thought I would show you my outfit."

Asli recognized the outfit. It was hers. She had almost the same outfits anyway. If only Matilda was comfortable in them, she didn’t care. All she wanted was for her to train and be able to defend herself.

Asli sighed, setting the glass down carefully on the table beside her before finally giving Matilda a proper look. The younger woman stood in the middle of the room, straightening the sleeves of the fitted black top, and adjusting the waistband of her cargo pants.

It suited her.

More importantly, it was as if it belonged to her.

"Looks fine," Asli muttered, reaching for her phone instead. "Make sure you actually train and not just admire your reflection in the mirrors."

Matilda scoffed. "Please. You think I’m excited to get punched in the ribs for an hour?"

"That’s the point." she snapped. The girl looked more happy than she wanted her to be about training.

Matilda pouted her lips but did not argue. Instead, she stepped closer, her gaze flicking toward the glass Asli had tried to push aside. She didn’t comment on it, but Asli still felt gaze lingering on it.

Annoyed, she leaned back in her chair. "Was that all?"

Matilda hesitated. "Actually... I heard what happened."

Asli’s fingers froze around her phone.

Of course she did. Everyone probably did by now.

"Word travels fast," she said, voice unreadable. A muscle ticked in Asli’s jaw. It was a simple question, but one she hadn’t asked herself yet.

Matilda nodded. "And, um... I saw Cole packing his bag. He said he was going for a vacation. I can’t believe the man finally agreed for some days to have fun."

Was she not talking about what she did to Cole? What did she hear then?

Her stomach twisted.

"Go train." she dismissed.

Matilda studied her for a second longer, then exhaled, giving a small nod. "Alright."

She turned to leave but hesitated by the door.

"Markus says fighting is like a dance," she said carefully. "Maybe you should join us sometime."

Asli didn’t answer. She just took a long drag, watching as Matilda finally disappeared down the hall.

’Fighting is like a dance.’ the sentence echoed inside her head. Was it a bad idea to ask him to train her? How was fighting like a dance? Was he even normal? Was everything a joke to him?

The door clicked shut, leaving her alone once again.

Her eyes flicked back to her phone, to the unread message still glowing on the screen.

’I’m not leaving.’ her mind was back to it.

She exhaled slowly, her hand going back for the drink.

No. He wasn’t.

Asli scrolled through her phone. She didn’t hesitate before she dialed.

The line rang twice before a voice answered.

"Boss?"

"I need you to trace a call." Her tone was calm, yet urgent. "The one I had Xavier before he was shot."

"Is his phone on?"

"No."

There was a brief pause on the other end. Then, a sigh. "That might take some time. I have to pull up the data, scrub through the—"

"I don’t have time," she snapped, her grip tightening. "I need it now."

Another pause, longer this time. Then, reluctantly, "I’ll do what I can."

She didn’t bother with a thank you. She ended the call with a sharp tap and tossed the phone onto the table.

Her foot tapped against the floor impatiently. Every second that passed was another second wasted.

She needed to see where it happened.

She needed clues.

And most importantly, she needed to find whoever wanted her to believe Cole was a traitor.

Because when she did?

They’d wish they were never born.

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