---- Chapter 1090 "since you're already here, why not stay?" Andrew's voice was icy.

A chilling smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he lunged forward, moving with ghostly speed.

The two assassins barely reached the second-floor window, desperately trying to break it open.

Before their fists even made contact, Andrew's brutal punches smashed into their backs.

The impact was deafening like lightning striking hard and heavy.

The windows shattered instantly, exploding outward as the two assassins flew through them.

Just like that, their bodies crashed onto the lawn below, shards of glass mixing with blood and flesh.

They lay lifeless, eyes wide with terror, frozen forever in their final moments.

Andrew's expression was terrifyingly cold.

"Aspen, if you're still alive, you can come out now," he called out softly, his voice echoing through the silent villa.

Silence answered him.

It seemed he was alone, the villa devoid of any other living soul.

A rare sense of urgency surged through him, and Andrew bolted downstairs, intent on searching the garage and basement.

Yet, just as he reached the staircase, he heard the faintest noise from an upstairs closet.

In mere seconds, Andrew stood before the closet door

hung innocently, hiding nothing at first

floorblood

roughly, discovering Aspen

ghostly pale, drenched in cold

her chest,

"You...

breathed weakly,

been

into unconsciousness, and

bedroom,

her hands, clearly from struggling bare-handed against

chuckled softly, admiration and worry mingling in his voice as

Aspen weakly crossed her arms defensively,

Just take me...

toa hospital..." "It's late.

doctors won't be

me?" Without hesitation, he tore open her bloodied blouse along the ----

soaked in crimson, stubbornly

of women's underwear, Andrew finally just ripped it

smooth and pale beneath

focus remained purely

and

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