Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163: "They won’t stop coming, they are addicted."

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Three

Demir

"Uncle, calm down. I’ll get you the items they stole

from the warehouses," Demir said, trying to keep his voice steady, though

It trembled slightly under Marco’s glare.

But Marco wasn’t listening. He paced back and forth, each

step sharp and deliberate, knocking a stack of papers off his desk. He yanked

books from the shelves, sending them clattering to the floor. His jaw was

tight, teeth gnashing, eyes wild with a fury that made the air feel heavier.

"Do not tell me to calm down!" Marco shouted, his

hand slamming into the wood of the desk. "Do you know what will happen if

they all find out I have lost the control I have over them? Do you know how

much I have even lost?"

Demir swallowed, his throat tight. "I know, Uncle. And

I will get them back for you. You know I have devoted my youth... my life, to

running the warehouses." His voice cracked despite his efforts to stay

composed.

Marco spun toward him, eyes blazing. "Devoted your

life? Where were you when they invaded the first warehouse? Where were you when

they stormed the second?"

Demir’s hands tightened into fists at his sides.

"Uncle, you know we were on a mission bringing in more girls. Daniel was

preparing the recruits as well. If only you had not shown Markus our

schedules, he would not have known the days everyone is busy to strike."

"Are you blaming me?" Marco asked, incredulous,

His lips curled into a sneer that didn’t reach his eyes.

"No," Demir said softly, though inside he knew the

lie. He paused for a while and then continued. "Besides... there is no way

these men would stop coming. Some are addicted. We already have them eating from

our palms. We can rebuild the warehouses. We have new girls, we can start from

there."

Marco’s eyes narrowed. "Don’t you think they’ll suspect something when they notice there are none of the old girls and only the new ones?"

Demir straightened his back, chin lifted. "It’s none of

their business. We let them know we don’t give a fck about what they think.

It’s that simple."

Marco leaned back on the desk, crossing his arms, the

corners of his mouth twitching into a smile.

"The girls you brought are not many," Marco said,

still smirking.

Demir nodded, "So they will work extra. Who cares about

them anyway? We just have to find more girls to bring."

Marco’s gaze drifted to the liquor cabinet. He poured

himself a drink, the liquid catching the light like molten gold. "I know I

can always count on you. Have you found out who that person in the helmet is?

The one who appeared from nowhere and began fighting Ahmet."

Demir leaned against the doorway, shoulders relaxed but mind

alert. "Judging by the figure, I dare say it’s a woman. Probably one of

Ahmet’s enemies. An enemy of an enemy is a friend, right?" His voice

carried a forced cheerfulness, trying to mask the unease twisting in his

stomach.

Marco’s brow furrowed. "What makes you think she’s his

enemy? He didn’t appear surprised, yes but don’t forget she also came from nowhere and began fighting them."

"Well... yeah," Demir mumbled, unsure how to argue,

words faltering at the edges.

Marco’s gaze pierced him. "Don’t play games with me.

Look into it. How did she even know our warehouse in the first place?"

"Yes, Uncle," Demir said, bowing slightly, the

tension in his chest coiling tighter.

"You are dismissed, call the maids to come and tidy my

office," Marco said, waving a hand lazily, though the danger behind his

tone was unmistakable. As Demir reached for the door, Marco’s voice stopped

him.

"You cannot disappoint me. You know, if I could put Asli on this mission, I would, but she is off this."

For the first time, Demir saw a crack in his uncle’s armor,

muffled voices through the walls. He was standing behind the kitchen. He didn’t

care if Demir saw him but Asli asked him to be careful and made sure he wasn’t

caught.

Asli had told him to listen in the moment her adoptive

father and Demir entered the place. Immediately, she’d said. No hesitation. No

excuses.

Cole understood why.

Asli would get to the bottom of this. She always did.

He wasn’t sure whether he wanted answers himself. Curiosity

flickered, brief and contained. If he found out what was really happening,

fine. If he didn’t, that was fine too. Either way, the truth had a habit of

surfacing on its own.

He knew something was off about Markus. He couldn’t believe nobody caught on until he revealed it today.

Why would anyone go home if he hated the place? To spy was one thing, but to always go there was another.

Those were signs of someone who was comfortable with a place... too comfortable.

Cole shifted slightly, peering around the edge of the wall

just in time to see Demir emerge. The man walked briskly toward his car,

shoulders tense, and jaw clenched. Cole could tell this matter bothered him

just as much as it bothered his Uncle.

Demir didn’t look back once before starting the engine and

driving off.

Only then did Cole straighten, rolling his shoulders back,

easing the tension from his spine. He was about to leave when his phone buzzed

in his pocket.

His first thought was Asli.

He reached for it, his eyes already softening until he saw

the name on the screen.

His brows knit together.

Why was he calling him? It had been a long time since he had

called him directly. Too long.

He picked up regardless.

"Hello, sir."