The Assassin's Last Mark

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rry my husband, I decide

n order from a client wh

ed the file, cold swe

he photo was u

e screen, unable to ca

-tier assassin? Is killing one wo

mbling hands, the nicotine

to on the screen and tapped the keyboar

back to me." The client, S, seemed impatient, replying alm

received a transfer f

my cigarette,

he client's details, I kne

photo, smiling

n in the picture?" I couldn't resist as

and careless, didn't hold

essed further. "If you're ge

as S grew defensive. "What does tha

nd I knew he was too timid to even slaughter a chi

p you clean, I need to know the target's relationship

ent wasn't

ust do your job. Nothi

offline, and no m

was e

d with every night had hired som

fied my organization and swore

his rundown apartment after all these years. But don't worry, once I get a permanent position, we'll buy a two-bedro

y ears, making me question

rs in my bank account sn

ed thousan

intern, could never h