The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 638

The assassin moved with ruthless precision, his blade slicing through the air, sharp and cold with murderous intent.

If that knife hit its mark, Evelyn's hand would be done for―ruined beyond repair.

The brutality of it sent chills down the spine.

But just as the blade brushed her skin-

The woman "asleep" on the bed snapped her eyes open, clear and alert. Not a trace of drowsiness there.

In a heartbeat, she twisted like a wildcat, narrowly dodging the cold glint of the dagger as she rolled off the side of the bed.

Her long, toned legs shot out, and with a powerful kick, she slammed into the assassin's chest.

BAM!

The heavy thud echoed in the silence.

The assassin staggered, reeling backwards, a metallic taste in his mouth. It felt like his insides had all been scrambled.

He'd walked right into a trap.

He realized it instantly-he'd fallen for a meticulously planned setup.

This woman was nothing like the Evelyn he'd read about in the files. She was fast deadly fast.

His eyes narrowed. No point in sticking around. In one desperate, clumsy roll, he lunged for the balcony door.

He'd checked the place countless times before this was the only escape route.

He yanked open the glass door. But as the night air flooded in, a sharper, deadlier force swept at him from the shadows on the balcony, aiming low.

Someone else was lying in wait.

Panic shot through him. He hadn't picked up on any sign of this second person.

two... their skill was off

against one. No way

flash of desperation crossed his eyes. With nowhere to run, he could only fight for

the blow, tried to counter, but two pairs of hands moved in, perfectly coordinated, ruthless

he was overpowered-arms wrenched behind his back, knees slammed into the

It was over.

face unreadable. She strode over, reached into the assassin's pocket,

flipped through the contacts, and opened the latest messages. Just as

Mimicking the assassin's style, she typed out one

instantly: [The money will be in

out a simple [Okay] and

on the phone. "Mr. Jenkins, an assassin tried to get

together to tie up the assassin, dragging his limp body into the

Luna Estate.

steps echoing

Bzzz-

phone notifications rang out at nearly the same time, shattering the

Luna paused, glancing down at her

screen lit up-a message from the assassin she'd

barely-contained excitement hit

out loud, instead turning to Charles

flawless smile. "Mr. Jenkins,

is upstairs. Please,

me show you."

gesturing graciously to

no longer hold back. Her fingers trembled

opened

[It's done.]

words-like the sweetest poison-shot straight to her

It worked.

Evelyn's hand... finally ruined.

Luna's lips curled into a smile twisted

if she could already see Evelyn