Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190: "Are they all dead?"

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety

"Demir?" she asked.

"Yes. Him." Ahmet’s voice was steady, too steady. "Tell your father I’m ready to negotiate." Pride edged his tone and it only made her angrier.

"Do you think I care about...." Asli stopped herself and drew in a breath she didn’t want to need. "I’m here because this is my battle. My father couldn’t care less if your father dies. After all, he murdered his best friend. He slaughtered my family." Her eyes hardened. "It’s my duty to end this today."

Ahmet’s jaw tightened.

"Do you think your father cares about you?" He said, his tone rising a bit.

That only made her angrier. Asli adjusted her grip on the gun in one sharp movement, the barrel lifting instinctively.

Ahmet didn’t flinch.

"Trust me on this," he said. "I’ll keep him here."

He signaled without looking away. One of his men stepped forward, phone already in hand. Moments later, the door opened again, and a brown envelope was passed to Ahmet.

He handed it to her.

"You should know," he added, disgust threading his words, "your father is sick. But Demir?" A pause. "He’s worse."

"I won’t allow you to insult my family," she snapped. "You think yours is holy?" She shoved the envelope back at him. "I don’t need this."

Ahmet caught it easily.

"Call your father," he said calmly. "But before that, let’s strike a deal. If he still insists after this, I’ll gladly hand him over."

Her gaze sharpened. "Your father? Or Demir?"

"Both." He answered. His eyes drifted, just briefly, downward.

To her.

To her stomach. She felt it then. A faint, traitorous flutter low in her belly. But she wasn’t going to show him that it affected her.

Asli slid the contents of the envelope out with impatience.

She checked the photographs first.

It looked like it was taken from a distance. Demir was standing with men she didn’t recognize. They didn’t look like enemies. They looked... established.

Her brow creased slightly.

"Who are these?" she asked, tone flat. She was not suspicious. Not yet. These didn’t prove anything alarming.

Ahmet didn’t answer immediately.

She flipped to the next photo. It had a different location but the same men. She knew it was a different day.

"I don’t know them," she said. "So?"

"They aren’t supposed to be known," Ahmet replied calmly. "At least not by you. Or your father."

She clicked her tongue, already bored. "Demir handles external dealings sometimes. I’ve represented my father in worse rooms than this."

She pushed the photos aside, unimpressed. "I don’t need..."

"Keep going," Ahmet cut in. He sounded certain.

Her fingers paused. Just for a second. Then she reached back into the envelope.

She saw a paper this time.

Were they contracts?

Her eyes skimmed them quickly at first, then her eyes fell on the numbers, clauses, and the legal language she had grown up around. It looked clean.

"This is business," she said. "He probably..."

"Read it," Ahmet said again. "Slowly."

That annoyed her.

Still, she did.

Line by line.

Her focus narrowed.

She stopped breathing somewhere between paragraphs.

The Villa.

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