Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207: "I’ll tell Asli"

Chapter Two Hundred and Seven

"What do we do now?" Markus asked, running a hand through his hair, eyes darting to Ahmet. "Do we just... let him go?"

Ahmet leaned back against the edge of the desk, arms crossed. His jaw was tight, and his lips pressed into a thin line. "I don’t know," he admitted, his voice low. "He knows about Asli and me. If he runs back to his uncle... Asli won’t be safe. Not one bit."

Markus’s brow furrowed. "I still don’t trust him. He knew she was pregnant. I can’t prove it, but I know he knew."

Ahmet shook his head slowly, exhaling through his nose. "We’re still investigating. And I promised myself, whoever is responsible, I’ll make them pay. Even if it’s my own father."

Markus leaned forward, impatience edging his voice. "You really think your father’s involved?"

Ahmet’s eyes darkened, a shadow of regret passing over his features. "You heard him speak. If he’s telling the truth, my father has every right to hate Asli. I... I failed him already. I can’t change that. But I love Asli. We’re expecting a child. That’s not something I can undo. Maybe if someone had told me the truth from the start... I would’ve stayed away. But no one did. And now... it’s too late." His words hung in the air, heavy, and almost mournful.

Markus stayed silent, letting the weight settle. Finally, he asked softly, "Then... why aren’t you angry at me? He also said my father helped Marco kill your sister."

Ahmet’s shoulders relaxed slightly. He ran a hand over his face and sighed. "You didn’t kill her. And besides... I never knew my sister. You, though... you’re my blood, and my right hand. Always. No matter what, it’s the two of us against the world."

Relief flickered across Markus’s face, but he knew the guilt would linger. He was too stubborn and persistent.

"I know my father wouldn’t do that," Markus said quietly, determination sharpening his tone. "I want to get to the bottom of this."

Ahmet nodded. "We will. Together. But don’t expect my father to tell us the truth. Mum’s still in pain, you can tell the way she panicked when she learned about Asli and I... she might never tell it to us."

Markus nodded in agreement. "Then we focus on what we can. Keep Asli safe, her Nanny and everyone who matters to her."

Ahmet’s lips pressed into a thin line. "We’re collecting Demir’s hair, blood, and everything. Whatever mission they run, after they clean up, we leave it there for the police. Let them track it. It’s not just Marco but Demir needs to fall too. Now we know his limits."

Markus gave a curt nod, silent agreement passing between them.

Ahmet started to turn. Markus paused. "Where are you going?"

"My apartment," Ahmet said, casual, almost too casual.

Markus shrugged. "Then I won’t waste your time. I’ve got somewhere I need to be too."

Ahmet lingered a moment, hands in his pockets, eyes distant, as if something danced behind them. Markus shifted, uncomfortable with the silence. "What? Say it already," he prompted.

"What was Matilda doing in your apartment?" Ahmet asked finally, his voice even but sharp.

Markus froze, a flush rising to his neck. "What? Don’t tell me you actually believed that."

Ahmet’s gaze hardened. "I’m not saying I believe it. But it’s clear. You’re lying. How old is she again?"

Markus laughed, though forced but cocky. "Don’t pin this on me. You know me, I don’t stick with one woman and she’s clearly not my type."

Ahmet rubbed his eyes, frustration creeping in. "Exactly my point. You should know how much she means to Asli. If she finds out you’re... messing around..."

"Relax, brother. I know my boundaries," Markus interrupted, trying to sound confident. But even he knew Ahmet wasn’t letting this go.

"She has enough on her plate already," Ahmet said, stepping back toward the door. His voice dropped, final. "Don’t make it heavier."

And with that, he left, leaving Markus staring after him, caught between relief and guilt, and knowing there was no arguing with that tone.

How was he supposed to explain it?

The very girl they all wanted to protect... the one Asli wanted to keep safe... was the one holding him hostage. Not with guns or fists, but with a threat that he wasn’t even guilty of.

She called that morning, whining in that infuriatingly persistent way, reminding him again that she’d taken a bullet for him. And then she dropped it, smooth as poison: if he didn’t come to see her, she’d tell Asli he kissed her. Which was a lie.

He could practically hear Asli’s fury, sharp and unforgiving, slicing through him, before he’d even have a chance to explain.

So he went. He picked her up from school, eyes scanning her every gesture, trying to anticipate the next trap.

And yet, she still managed to leave something behind.

Did she leave it there on purpose?

He didn’t know.

Markus got out of his car and started walking towards the building. Just then, a shadow shifted near the far corner.

Instinct kicked in. His hand snapped to his gun before his mind even caught up. Who was bold enough to bypass his security... to wait in the dark like a predator?

Before his gun cleared the holster, the shadow stepped forward.

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