"How much more capable?" Yvette asked Patricia as she was equally curious.
She felt that Chuck had a pretty solid background as well. After all, it was impossible for him to not be when he had someone like Karen backing him up.
"Haven't you heard? The owner of this hotel, Mr. Cannon, asked the head of the Allen family to break his own grandson's leg..." Patricia explained.
It was still so surreal to her, but it was the truth.
Yvette choked back a noise of surprise.
Was this man really that powerful?
"It's true! Once you lay eyes on him, you'll no doubt be surprised. He's really good at keeping a low profile. You almost can't tell him that he's capable," Patricia continued.
"Is he? My husband's the same too," Yvette replied, an image of Chuck looking rough emerged in her mind.
Other than his new hairstyle and new clothes, he still appeared very much ordinary. He was good-looking but he wasn't good at dressing himself up.
However, no matter how uncouth Chuck looked, he was still charming and adorable to her.
Patricia, on the other hand, wanted to scoff at the comparison Blood Leopard had made. How could her husband compare to Chuck?
Chuck was someone that even the Allen family feared!
Ordinary people can't possibly compare to him.
Her husband may have laid low, it was a bit far-fetched to compare him to Chuck.
However, she certainly didn't utter these hurtful words. Patricia wasn't raised without being taught simple courtesy.
"He'll be coming out soon. Have a look at him! It'll definitely surprise you," Patricia said.
"No, thanks. No matter how capable he is, I'm not very interested. My husband's the best," Yvette said as she shook her head and looked away. Initially, she had been a little curious. But now, she was over it.
Yvette was not crazy over men. So what if Mr. Cannon was handsome? She wouldn't be interested either way.
Patricia looked at Yvette again and wondered, "This woman is really in love with her husband, isn't she? Beauty must really be in the eyes of the beholder."
"Well, if that's the case, let's just leave then. I'm pretty tired, so just take me home. You'll have to be with me at all times from now on," Patricia said.
Yvette nodded in agreement and began her work seriously. She had gone through this before so she knew what had to be done.
Eventually, Patricia drove away with Yvette.
As soon as they had left, Chuck stepped out of the hotel. He saw Patricia's car driving into the distance and he shrugged. She was bright and he didn't particularly dislike her. But for no proper reason, he wouldn't help her.
He had missed Yvette a little. He hadn't seen Yvette for a few days since the last time and so, he sent a message to her asking about her whereabouts.
Not long later, Yvette replied and told him that she wasn't up to anything.
Chuck then invited her to train together. He had been training by himself these past few days after having taken an absence of leave from the university. After all, he had to train harder in preparation for Brayden's retaliation.
There was no news from Karen either. She was still monitoring everything that was happening in the U.S. though. Chuck would know in advance and prepare himself if Brayden planned to do anything rash.
Upon reading the invitation, Yvette hurriedly rejected it and told him something urgent had come up. It was impossible for them to get together now. After all, she was now in Patricia's service. If he found out about her dangerous job, how would he take it?
"Alright, I love you," Chuck eventually texted. He thought that Yvette might not be around anyway.
Yvette sent her love back in reply and kept her phone away with a smile. She felt all warm and fuzzy from the brief texts.
Patricia sneaked curious looks at her at that. She had thought this assassin was unfeeling but the smile she let out spoke otherwise. Was she chatting with her so-called husband?
She didn't ask either way. When they reached her home, they got out of the car together.
Patricia usually lived alone and wasn't comfortable with men coming over to her place. Therefore, the bodyguard she hired had to be a woman.
Yvette followed her in. She didn't mind the aesthetics of the house much but was looking at its surroundings instead. She had to be vigilant, both as an assassin and a bodyguard.
This was Yvette's second job. She had to do it well so that she could gain a reputation.
She wanted to outrank Black Rose and became the world's best.
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