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 the

one. No

desperation crossed his eyes. With nowhere to run, he could only

two pairs of hands moved in, perfectly coordinated, ruthless and

back, knees

It was over.

up, her face unreadable. She strode over, reached into the

contacts, and opened the latest messages. Just as expected the instructions were right there: "Cripple Evelyn's hand." Target

cold smile tugged at her lips. Mimicking the assassin's

came back almost instantly: [The money will be in your account

a simple [Okay] and tossed

was already on the phone. "Mr. Jenkins, an assassin tried to get into Ms. Evelyn's room. He's been taken care of. Ms.

the two women worked together to tie up the assassin, dragging his limp body into the corner like he was

Luna Estate.

followed the butler's lead, his long steps echoing on the cold marble floor.

Bzzz-

at nearly the

glancing down

screen lit up-a message from the assassin

barely-contained

loud, instead turning to Charles with a

flawless smile. "Mr. Jenkins,

is upstairs.

me show you."

gesturing graciously to

could no longer hold

opened

[It's done.]

the sweetest poison-shot straight to her

It worked.

Evelyn's hand... finally ruined.

curled into a

already see Evelyn writhing in