All Chapters of Reincarnated Assassin : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The drive back home was filled with silence. She had boarded a taxi from Lauren group as soon as she had finalised her plans with Cathryn. Her mind was at ease because she had a plan to get through all this trouble. It was still shocking how the last person she would have least expected would help her but she felt grateful she wasn't alone anymore. Cathryn had told her to report to the office the next day so she would begin her fake job but what she would really be doing was trying to get back into her old accounts. she would provide her with high quality equipment tomorrow. The taxi soon arrived at her apartment building. She paid, went up to her apartment, she walked in and locked the door behind her. she couldn't take any chances. The place was quiet and warm just as she left it. Even though she was an assassin who didn't care much about anything one thing she really cared about was her living condition. The whole debt thing might have distracted her from how she dressed or w

Avery's POV Three weeks. That was how long I had spent sitting in that office, staring at screens, fighting through layers of security that I built with my own hands. I hadn't realized how much time had passed until I looked at the calendar and saw the date. Three weeks. For most of those days, I barely left the room. Cathryn had kept her word. No one disturbed me unless I asked, and the people who worked around the floor eventually stopped paying attention to my comings and goings. I ate when I remembered to eat, slept when my body finally forced me to, and spent the rest of my time working. There had been moments when I wondered whether I had made a mistake. The system was stronger than I remembered. I had designed it that way. Carma's accounts were never meant to be found, and I had built enough safeguards around them to make even me work for access. Every time I broke through one layer, another appeared. Some required old encryption keys. Others demanded patterns I

I went back home and got ready.There was no reason to make this more complicated than it needed to be. I had the money. Petrov wanted the money. Once I handed it over, this entire situation would be finished.At least, that was the plan.I stood in front of the mirror and adjusted the top I had chosen, making sure it sat comfortably against my body. I paired it with a simple pair of trousers and tied my white hair back. I didn't need to impress anyone. The first step was finding one of them, that part shouldn't be too difficult.Petrov made sure I was watched, I noticed the same faces around my apartment several times, though they were careful enough to avoid making themselves obvious. I understood why. Surveillance worked best when the person being watched didn't know they were being watched.Unfortunately for them, I was very good at noticing things.I picked up the large duffle bag sitting beside my bed, the weight of it made my shoulders dip slightly as I lifted it.Five million

After everything with Petrov was finally over, I decided it was time to move. I couldn't stay in this apartment anymore.It served its purpose, but the longer I remained there, the more uncomfortable I became. Petrov's men watched the place for weeks, and even though the debt was settled, I had no idea whether they would continue keeping an eye on me. Besides, the apartment had never really felt like mine.There was something else that bothered me.The landlord hadn't come asking for rent.Not once.Considering how little Avery had, that was strange enough on its own. Perhaps he had been giving her time because of everything that happened with her father, but I didn't want to take chances.It wasn't safe.And honestly, it wasn't my style.Now that I had access to my money again, I could finally afford to build a life that suited me, so I went house hunting.It took much longer than I expected. I visited several apartments, looked through different buildings and rejected more places th

I walked into the fancy restaurant with as much confidence as I could manage. Places like this had a certain atmosphere. Everything was polished, from the marble floors to the quiet conversations happening around me. People dressed in expensive clothes moved through the dining area as though they had never once questioned whether they belonged there. I couldn't afford to look uncertain. If I wanted people to believe Avery belonged, then I had to start acting like someone who fit in. I straightened my shoulders and approached the hostess. She greeted me with a polite smile. "Good evening. Do you have a reservation?" "I'm dining with Cathryn Lauren." The moment her name left my mouth, the woman's expression changed. Her eyes widened slightly before she quickly recovered. "Of course, ma'am. Please follow me." I almost smiled. Cathryn's name certainly carried weight. The hostess led me through the restaurant and toward a private room. She opened the door and stepped aside and