Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171: "Fear me than the Police."

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy- One

"But for you," she added softly, "you can call me the Devil of justice."

The color drained from his face.

It happened slowly, like fear needed time to decide where to settle. His mouth fell open. His eyes flicked to the broken furniture again, then back to her, as if the room itself had turned against him. His fingers twitched around the plastic bags in his hands.

Asli watched it all.

The tremor in his shoulders, his shallow breaths, and the way his body began to lean away from her without him realizing it.

Yes, this was the reaction she needed. She felt it fueling her.

"Y-you..." His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. "You’re... you’re with the police?"

The sound that left her throat wasn’t kind. It was soft, amused, and almost delighted.

"The police?" She laughed, shaking her head. "Oh no." She took more steps closer, her boots crunching over the woods this time. "You should fear me far more than the police."

His brows pulled together, confusion wrestling with terror. "What... what do you mean?"

Asli’s smile faded.

In one smooth motion, she reached into her jacket.

The gun came up, steady in her hand, aimed straight at his chest.

The bags slipped from his fingers.

"No..." His legs buckled before the word could finish forming. He staggered back and crashed onto the floor, landing hard on his back. The bottles burst from the bags, smashing against the tiles. The glass shattered. Brown and clear liquid spread across the floor, crawling toward his hands.

The sharp stench of alcohol flooded the room.

He scrambled backward on his palms, slipping in the spill, breath coming out in broken sobs. His eyes never left the gun.

"Please," he choked. "Please, I... I didn’t..."

Asli stepped into the pool of alcohol, unbothered, the gun unwavering.

"You locked the door," she said quietly. "Thinking nobody would be able to enter."

He shook his head violently. "I was drunk. I didn’t mean..."

"You went to buy more," she continued, her voice calm, lethal. "And you left them inside with her. You could’ve called for an ambulance."

His lips trembled. "She talks too much. The girl, I mean, she makes things up..."

Asli cocked her head, studying him the way one might study an insect pinned to a board.

"Funny," she murmured. "Because children don’t learn fear that well unless someone teaches them."

"I... I swear," he said, the words tripping over each other. His tongue kept slipping, thick and clumsy. "I only stepped out to... to buy drinks. That’s all."

His eyes darted to the door, then back to the gun.

"See, she told you I locked the door but it wasn’t. I was... was... only worried the door was left open. Before leaving, I told her mother... my wife," he corrected quickly, too quickly, "the woman I love..." His voice cracked. He swallowed hard. "I told her to make us a nice dinner. I swear. I swear on my life."

The lie sat badly on him.

His hands shook as he lifted them, palms up, as if offering the words for inspection. Sweat gathered along his hairline despite the cold.

"I wouldn’t hurt her," he went on, rushing now, afraid of silence. "I would never... never touch her like that. She is just... dramatic and emotional. You know how women get when they’re angry."

Asli didn’t move.

His voice grew higher, and thinner. "They were fine when I left. Laughing, even. I swear it. They are out for a walk... yeah, yeah, they told me they’d go for a walk. I just came back and..." He gestured helplessly at the wrecked room, and at the spilled alcohol. "This. I don’t know how this happened."

His eyes wouldn’t meet hers. They skidded away every time she leaned forward, every time her shadow fell across his face.

He was talking to survive.

To investigate something before knowing an outcome was one thing but seeing the outcome herself was another.

Her finger rested near the trigger.

"For the first time in your miserable life, I want you to understand something clearly. I am not a woman you could beg. I am not someone you could lie to," Asli said.

His lips parted, but no sound came out. He slapped a hand over his mouth anyway, as if afraid of what might escape. His chest rose too fast, too shallow, and his eyes darted wildly, searching the room for an exit that no longer existed.

Then she lowered the gun.

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