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Chapter 52

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Everything about this seminar felt oddly harmless. If it wasn’t for the voice we heard at the bus, I wouldn’t guess that we’d still need to work as mafia and assassins.

I stood near the refreshment table with a glass of fresh fruit juice in my hand. Everyone was busy mingling and exchanging business cards like some kind of adult collection.

“Hey,” a man in a neat and ironed suit approached me. “Not much of a party talker?” he continued, glancing at the glass on my hand that remained untouched.
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  • Enemies in Disguise    Chapter 53

    I turned to the voice of a middle-aged man. True enough, a man with visible minimal white hairs stood there, holding a clipboard in a perfectly stilled angle. Seminar staff. His smile widened when I looked at him.“Yeah,” I answered smoothly. If he’s a staff from this place, then he’s innocent. Since we heard the threat on the bus, that clears him from suspicion. “Red hair. About this tall.” I gestured vaguely. When I glanced at the staff, he wasn’t meeting my eyes. Instead, his gaze was fixed just behind me. Curious, I turned to look.“I think that’s who you’re looking for,” he said softly, pointing out Isabella.We both saw her walking towards our direction. One hand was tucked casually into her pocket, her posture relaxed enough to fool anyone who didn’t know her. To everyone else, she probably looked like a participant who’d stepped away for air.“Yeah,” I muttered, more to myself than the staff. “That’s her.”The man nodded, satisfied, then excused himself with a polite smile, a

  • Enemies in Disguise    Chapter 52

    Everything about this seminar felt oddly harmless. If it wasn’t for the voice we heard at the bus, I wouldn’t guess that we’d still need to work as mafia and assassins.I stood near the refreshment table with a glass of fresh fruit juice in my hand. Everyone was busy mingling and exchanging business cards like some kind of adult collection. “Hey,” a man in a neat and ironed suit approached me. “Not much of a party talker?” he continued, glancing at the glass on my hand that remained untouched. I took a slow sip of the juice. “I talk when there’s something worth saying. Wouldn’t want to waste energy for the long week.”He laughed a little louder than necessary. “Fair enough. These things can get exhausting. It’s a clever choice to save it when needed.”I learned that his name was June Watson. A fresh graduate who’s still oblivious to the fact that him boosting his overtime and piles of work isn’t exactly something I aspire to have. It was obvious that whoever his superiors were, the

  • Enemies in Disguise    Chapter 51

    The week ended but it still feels like chaos was still present. Isabella stood beside me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of her even through my coat. We were waiting in line at the bus terminal where our shuttle will fetch us to go to the venue of the seminar. Everyone around us looked painfully normal, and we tried to look the same.“This would have taken me ten minutes if I used my private jet…” Isabella murmured under her breath, seemingly making sure that I was the only one who heard her.“And the chance to cover up your humble and responsible manager image?” I shot back. She grimaced and turned her back against me, making me chuckle for a little bit. I let my gaze drift across the busy terminal. We know no one here. Two representatives from each company in town had been invited to a private resort near the seaside for this so-called seminar. For most employees, this would be a coveted opportunity and a one-week paid break they would dream of. It was a perfect escape

  • Enemies in Disguise    Chapter 50

    By the time she got back, she was already holding a medical kit in her arms. She saw me in the same position as she left a while ago. The pain on my back is starting to take a toll on me. Her eyes narrowed and made me straighten my back. “Sit.”I blinked, looking at her with full disbelief. How dare she command me with just a word?“I’m not a dog.”“I know, dogs are a lot more charming and cooperative.” She rebutted. She knelt behind me and the next thing I knew, my shirt was torn by her dagger.“What the—” I groaned as she pressed an alcohol pad to the raw skin along my lower back. The cold sting made every muscle tighten. She noticed that. She worked quietly yet, annoyingly gentle whenever the pain made me flinch.“You know how to treat wounds?” I asked out of curiosity. “Adam.” She straightforwardly answered. “I learned because I had to patch him up all the time.”Before I could respond, the handler approached with Daisy still in his arms. “Done quarreling, love birds?”“We are no

  • Enemies in Disguise    Chapter 49

    I woke up to a light snickering from above. For a moment, I was disoriented, unsure if I was dreaming or if the noise was real. My eyes fluttered open gradually as the soft sound echoed from my place. It took a second for my brain to register where I was, why my neck hurt like hell, and why something warm was pressed against my shoulder.Isabella.My arm had somehow wrapped around her waist while hers was at my chest without permission from either of us. Close call. If Isabella woke up before I even had the chance to open my eyes fully, I’d be done for.The snickering came again.I blinked upward.A familiar silhouette leaned casually over the edge of the hole, one hand holding a phone towards our direction, and another carrying Daisy.“Ki!” Daisy’s little voice called.“Well, good morning.” the handler greeted in amusement, hiding his phone in his pocket. “Hope you don’t mind us sticking around… or above.”I groaned and showed him my middle finger. “Fvck you.”“F-fak?” Daisy echoed.

  • Enemies in Disguise    Chapter 48

    “So, were you and Adam close?”Both Isabella and I were sitting on the ground, dust clinging to our clothes, and the face of defeat sitting across our faces. We tried stacking debris and soils, digging the walls as stairs, using me as a ladder, but all ended up as failures. Isabella rested her forearms on her knees, her crimson hair sticking to her cheek where sweat and dirt mixed. She isn’t the type of assassin who would sit still, not even for a second. But here she was, curled on the dirt as she’d finally run out of reasons to keep pretending she wasn’t exhausted.Her finger played on the dirt, scribbling random shapes. “Close?” she repeated. “I don’t think that’s the right term.”I waited. Isabella carefully chooses her words before answering. It’s part of why she made it as both a manager and an assassin. And if I rushed her, she’d probably rush a dagger straight at my face.“We weren’t the type of siblings who hugged or said ‘I love you’ every hour.” A humorless breath left her

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