Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Ways to kill Markus too

Chapter

One Hundred and Thirty-Eight

She stepped out of the car and into the glow of the

Villa.

And then... She froze for a second before masking it.

Demir was there. This was the last thing she needed:

for someone to ask if she was okay.

He stood just past the steps, dust still clinging to

his boots, his smile bright as if it had waited months to reach her.

"Asli," he said easily, already walking toward her.

"You should have come along for the mission. It was a mess and you, would have

loved it. We almost died like five times."

She went right past him.

Didn’t bother to look.

And neither did she slow down.

Asli did not even offer him the courtesy of air.

Behind her, his voice faltered. As if he couldn’t

believe she had walked past him without acknowledging him or saying a word.

"Asli?"

She did not answer.

The hall swallowed her.

She crossed straight into her room and shut the door

behind her like a final sentence. She pushed herself to her office desk. The

room was ice and shadow.

She welcomed both while she dropped into her chair

and woke her laptop screen with fingers that still faintly trembled. The

briefing that had once bored her bloomed to life.

She needed to keep her mind busy. She needed to do

something that didn’t revolve around him.

Land dispute.

"Arh yes!" she exclaimed.

The case was a daring one. Both parties were rich

and could easily buy anything they wanted but they wanted one land.

She stared at the words until they burned.

Then she leaned forward.

And the world narrowed. Her mind was diverted from

Ahmet just as she wanted.

The boy’s face returned to her; the one who had come

to her men with eyes too old for his bones. The way his voice broke when he

spoke about his father. The way his hands shook when he admitted he had nothing

left from his father except one piece of land he wasn’t allowed to stand on

anymore.

She dragged maps across her screen.

Watched the city rearrange itself obediently beneath

her commands.

She memorized the school’s windows, not with

compassion... but with calculation.

She tracked donors.

Flooded her screen with photographs of smiling

monsters.

She studied every wire. Every wall.

Not to destroy them but to expose and weaken any

defense that could fight her.

She moved as she had always known how to move. This

was what she knew she could do best. Not some stupid feelings and emotions. She

was born to have coldness in her spine and purpose in her blood.

Hours vanished and every other thing held its breath

around her.

By the time she leaned back in her chair, the world

outside her window had turned silver.

Morning found her like a stranger.

Her reflection stared back at her from the dark

glass of her screen.

A woman with no warmth left.

A woman who had traded it for steel before she could

the liquid glinting in the dim light as it slid into the glass with a soft,

satisfying thud.

She lifted it to her lips, letting the burn coat her 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

throat, and steadied her pulse, reminding her she was still in control. Not

drunk. Not reckless. Just aware. Always aware.

Glass in hand, she moved to the window, standing

tall against the cool early morning air brushing through the slightly cracked

pane. The world outside was quiet, oblivious to the storm that had raged within

these walls. For once, she didn’t think of training, of schedules, or the

endless lists of preparations for a mission.

If her nanny had walked in, she would have scolded

her with her sharpest voice, "Why the hell are you drinking this early, when it

isn’t even six?"

She ignored the thought. She didn’t need to hear it

or think of hearing it.

Deep down, Asli was waiting. Waiting for the news or

the confirmation that her rival had fallen. That the man who had toyed with

her, and who had burned through every nerve and tether of her control, had

finally paid the price. She knew she would be associated with it. His body

would probably be found in her warehouse.

She needed to think of a story. Just trespassing

would not be enough. She needed to think of a better reason she killed him than

the real one.

Suddenly, a thin, almost feral smile traced her

lips. The brighter side? With Ahmet out of the way, Markus would have to go

too. And then, finally, their Villa would be hers.

Perfect.

She let the glass rest lightly against her fingers

as she watched the horizon shift, the sun peeking, slow and unknowing. Her

smile widened, eyes glinting with a manic light only she could see.

This morning, she had the world. And nothing would

take it from her.