The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173 Killing a Chicken

Amber stood frozen in shock at the chaotic scene playing out in the yard.

Shirley's attempt to catch a chicken was nothing short of alarming!

Robin, equally surprised, watched as Shirley transformed the entire villa's courtyard into a battleground in her frantic pursuit of the bird.

He gazed at Shirley, who stood with a kitchen knife in hand and clearly out of breath; it was obvious she had invested far too much time on this endeavor.

Didn't she claim to have been honing her skills for an entire month?

And yet, this is the outcome?

With the way things are going, it seems unlikely that she would manage to prepare a meal anytime soon.

Just then, Robin dashed forward, catching the flapping rooster just as it attempted to make a break for it.

Amber sighed in relief, exclaiming, "We finally got it! Ms. Dunn, you really need to take a moment to rest."

Robin casually handed the rooster to Amber, who was still watching Shirley, whose exhaustion was evident.

Suddenly, Shirley yelled and swung her knife with frustration.

"Ah!" Amber gasped, realizing too late that she should have dodged.

In that instant, the rooster squawked frantically as its head was lopped off, sending it soaring into the air.

Amber stood there, stunned, grappling with what had just occurred.

Shirley shot her an angry look. "I told you to stop running!"

After a beat, Amber finally understood that Shirley's fierce glare was aimed at something in her own hands.

She glanced down and saw that she was gripping a headless chicken, its body twitching and spilling warm blood!

"Ah!" she shrieked, dropping the lifeless bird onto the ground.

Just as she regained her composure, the severed head of the chicken plopped neatly into her grasp.

Without even looking at what she was holding, Amber tightened her grip and shot a glare at Robin. "You handed me the chicken and didn't give me a heads-up?"

Robin pointed at her hand. "If you squeeze any harder, you'll crush it."

Amber looked down and finally realized she was holding a blood-soaked chicken head.

"Ahhh!!" she yelped, flinging the head away with all her might before bolting around the yard in panic.

Exhausted from the ordeal, Shirley sank onto the courtyard steps, gasping for air.

She glanced at the headless chicken sprawled on the ground and then at Amber, who was frantically running in circles, and chuckled. "Amber, you might want to work on your bravery."

Amber finally halted, her cheeks flushed. "Well ... that caught me completely off guard ... "

"I had no idea killing a chicken would be this tough," Shirley admitted, nodding. "If I had known, I would have just bought one that was already cleaned and ready to go."

After a brief pause, she gathered herself. "You two wait in the living room. I'll head to the kitchen, pluck the feathers, and then prepare the fish. We can finally start cooking."

Amber had calmed down by this point.

Hearing Shirley's words, she hesitantly asked, "Ms. Dunn, the fish is still alive?"

Shirley tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. "Yes. You two can sit in the living room for a bit and make yourselves some tea while I get to work.

"It won't take long. I'll take care of the fish first and get it cooking right away."

"O-okay, Ms. Dunn." Amber nodded and moved into the villa's living room with Robin.

Inside, the living room was just as chaotic as the yard.

From the mess scattered across the floor, it was evident that Shirley had chased the chicken from the kitchen through the living room and out into the yard.

Amber quickly freshened up in the bathroom and began tidying up the disarray in the living room.

Just as she was about to settle onto the sofa for a moment of respite, a sudden scream echoed from the kitchen, nearly causing her heart to leap out of her chest.

Robin and Amber exchanged alarmed glances and turned toward the kitchen.

Through the frosted glass of the kitchen door, they could see Shirley jumping around frantically.

Robin raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto his face. "This cooking chaos is truly something to behold."

Amber hesitated before saying, "Mr. Ramsey, you relax here for a moment. I'll check on Ms. Dunn and see if she needs a hand."

Robin nodded, suspecting that by the end of the night, these two women might have completely wrecked the kitchen.

Amber stepped into the kitchen, where she found Shirley facing off against a fish lying on the floor with her knife at the ready.

A two-foot-long carp lay sprawled across the kitchen floor, its eyes glaring defiantly at Shirley.

Shirley gripped the knife tightly, her hands shaking as she stared at the fish, paralyzed by fear.

"Ms. Dunn, what's happening?"

Shirley jumped at the sound of Amber's voice, who stood in the doorway, gesturing for her to approach.

"Ms. Dunn, what are you doing?" Amber asked, surveying the chaos in the kitchen.

Shirley quickly shut the kitchen door and whispered, "Amber, you came just in time. Can you help me out? This fish just bit me!"

"Uh, what?" Amber hesitated, eyeing the large fish on the floor.

"Maybe I should call Mr. Ramsey to handle it instead. I'm not sure I can—"

Shirley grabbed Amber's arm urgently. "Please don't tell Robin I can't deal with this! You have to help me!"