Compared to his gentle tone, Elisea's gaze was icy as she looked at him, all business and void of warmth. "Jonas is very cunning; I've already botched it twice. But he hasn't killed me, which means I still have a chance. Please, ask the boss to give me another shot. I'll definitely take him down this time!"
The man strode up to Elisea, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Need a hand with this one?"
Elisea shook her head without a second thought. "No, this is the task the chief entrusted to me. I'd better handle it on my own."
Although Elisea appeared calm on the surface, the mere thought of Jonas dying at Landon's hand sent her heart into an uncontrollable flutter. No one knew Landon's bloodthirstiness and brutality more than she did. Over the past three years, this man had molded Elisea into the cold-blooded assassin she was now.
Landon was ruthless and merciless, a man for whom taking a life was as insignificant as a puff of smoke from the barrel of his gun. The whip marks on Elisea's back were at the chief's command, executed by Landon's hand!
Over time, Landon’s regard for Elisea shifted from disdain to admiration, and now to something akin to pity. He had never seen a woman so resilient, enduring what others could not, and suffering what others dared not.
This woman of steel-like fortitude possessed a heart of utter indifference. It seemed as if everything in the world mattered little to her.
Landon felt that he and Elisea were made for each other, having long since regarded her as his other half. He was just waiting for the right moment to reveal his feelings. What Landon didn't know was that Elisea had never taken him to heart, seeing him as nothing more than a stranger she could easily do without.
No, in the depths of Elisea's heart, Landon was less than a stranger, for she deeply despised his cruelty and bloodlust!
As such, Elisea didn't welcome Landon's touch. She intentionally stepped aside and asked indifferently, "If there's nothing else, I'll get back to my mission. Tell the boss I never disappoint."
Landon nodded silently, watching her for a moment before whispering, "Go on."
After Elisea left, Landon departed the hotel as quietly as he had appeared, leaving no trace behind.
By the time Elisea returned to the seaside villa, it was eight o'clock in the evening. The imposing villa stood silently by the shore, its gentle lights spilling over the water, conjuring a strangely warm feeling in Elisea's heart.
She quickly shook her head. As an assassin, the word 'warmth' had no place in her mind! With a self-mocking chuckle, Elisea pushed the door open and entered the villa.
Inside, the living room was lit up, and the dining table was set with steaming hot food. Jonas sat quietly on the couch, engrossed in his tablet, working on documents. Hearing footsteps, Jonas looked up, his face breaking into a charming smile. "Back already? Come and have dinner. I've reheated it three times now."
Under the warm glow of the light, the tall Jonas, with his sunny, warm smile, made Elisea's heart skip a beat. For some reason, the scene felt eerily familiar to her, as if it was meant to be.
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