Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Bedtime stories

[Flashback]

Raven moved with quiet precision, preparing for the mission ahead.

Thanks to her coordinator—and one of the very few people she trusted—Sal, she had everything she needed. The intel, the timing, the location.

"Fifteen minutes," Sal’s voice came through her earpiece. "You hit the target and clear the area. No delays."

Raven didn’t respond immediately.

She was already in motion.

Slipping through the emergency entrance of the building opposite Globe International, she made her way up to the top floor, her footsteps silent, calculated.

"Where is he now?" she asked, pressing the Bluetooth in her ear as she assembled her sniper with practiced ease.

This was supposed to be just another mission.

Except— it wasn’t. This one would be her last.

After this, she would walk away from the bloodshed she had buried herself in for years.

Sal’s fingers flew across the keyboard as he hacked into the surveillance system.

"I’ve got eyes on him," he said. "West wing. His office."

Raven adjusted the scope, her gaze narrowing as she scanned the towering glass structure across from her.

And then, she found him.

Xander.

Clear. Still. Unaware.

Her finger rested lightly near the trigger. But then the very next second her brows furrowed.

"You said he was alone," she said, her voice low. "Then who is that woman with him?"

Inside the office, a figure sat across from Xander.

Unidentified. Unexpected.

Sal hesitated. "He cleared his evening schedule... maybe it’s a private meeting."

Raven didn’t like it. Variables complicated things. And complications got people killed.

"I think we should wait," she murmured, still watching through the scope.

After all, a clean shot required certainty.

Inside the office, Xander moved calmly, speaking to the woman—completely unaware of the crosshairs settling over him.

Seconds ticked by. Then suddenly she heard Sal curse.

"Damn it."

Raven’s focus didn’t waver. "What?" but confusion laced her voice.

She hated distraction, and Sal being the one annoying her was the last thing she wanted.

"Why are there armed men entering the building?" His voice came out of worry. "Combat gear... multiple units."

Raven’s eyes flickered.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Sal was very particular about his work, and he would never bring her into a place without thoroughly inspecting everything.

Then what was he saying

"Raven—listen to me," Sal said urgently. "You need to leave. Now."

Her grip on the rifle tightened.

"What are you talking about?"

"I think t-they’ve found you," Sal snapped. "Xander’s assistant—he tracked your position."

That— that was impossible.

"How?" Raven demanded. "You said he was stationed outside the office."

"He was," Sal replied, frustration creeping into his tone. "But now he’s not!"

A beat passed, leaving both Raven and Sal in alertness.

"Raven, they’re moving toward your building. You need to get out. Use the west-side emergency exit—it’ll take you to the kitchen area. You can slip out from there," Sal instructed.

Raven’s jaw clenched.

Retreat? Now? After everything?

"No," her voice came out sharp and unyeilding.

Damn it.

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