Chapter 8: Do You Still Hate Me?

Tiara McKenzie's Point Of View

I don't know what was I thinking when I drove to a fast food restaurant instead of going somewhere fancy like I always do. Maybe because I know I am quite safe here? Like, Eli can't find me here.

That bastard, he did me rough last night! My hip hurts that I could hear my bones cracking just by moving a little.

What am going to do if I ever happen to recieve an order?

My train of thoughts stopped when a staff placed my order on the table.

I smiled a little, "Thanks," I mumbled.

It's my first time eating a cheap burger steak. I was just about to dig in when I recieved an urgent call.

"Hey, Z! Got someone for me to assassinate again?" I said with extra energy in my voice and a hint of sarcasm.

"You have other works, Agent Grey," His ice cold voice sent shivers down my spine.

It's been a long time.

"What should I get done?"

"Investigate the Montreal Group of Company," His voice was filled with overwhelming authority as if once it is defied, you will pay with