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    Just then, his phone buzzed—a message from the Bet family. Everything was set. All that was left was for him to bring Dani to the hotel. Niks smirked.


    “What are youughing at?” Cedric snapped, catching the icy amusement flickering across Niks’ face.


    “Was I?” Niks asked, feigning innocence.


    Cedric’s gaze turned sharp as a de. “If I were you, I wouldn’t do anything reckless.”


    First Dani, now Cedric? Niks clenched his jaw, irritation bubbling beneath the surface.


    “Oh? And if I do, what exactly will you do about it?”


    The warmth Cedric usually reserved for Dani had vanished. In its ce was a cial, merciless aura. “You’re in Olisvine now. Stir up trouble here, and don’t expect your people in Oiscoll to save your ass.”


    Niks stiffened, caught off guard.


    Maybe it was because he’d grown used to Cedric’s gentle smiles around Dani, but this side of him? It was unsettling.


    Without another word, Cedric grabbed a fruit knife from the table and strode toward the kitchen.


    Niks shut his eyes, exhaling sharply.


    Damn it all!


    This family was nothing but a den of troublemakers.


    Did they honestly believe he was afraid of them?


    Once Ghost arrived, he’d make sure Dani learned her ce.


    That very day, Ghost set foot in Olisvine.


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    “You made it! My father doesn’t know, does he?” Niks asked.


    Ghost didn’t acknowledge the question. “Where’s the target?” he asked instead.


    Niks led Ghost to the vi. Being the weekend, Dani was home.


    She lounged in the living room, eyes fixed on the TV screen.


    Ghost peered through the vast floor-to-ceiling window, scanning the interior.


    His brows knitted together in a deep frown.


    “Who’s the target? The man or the woman?” he asked.


    To Niks, it didn’t matter.


    Without hesitation, he ordered, “Take them both out.”


    Ghost shook his head. “I won’t do it.”


    Niks froze, momentarily speechless. Then, after a beat, he let out a sharpugh.


    “You can’t be serious. You’re the top assassin working under my father, and you’ve never turned down a request before. Is it because you’re hiding something from him that you’re refusing to help me now?”


    Ghost’s expression remained unreadable. “I won’t do it. I’m leaving.”


    “What?” Niks’ amusement vanished. “You can’t be serious. Don’t mess with me. They’re nothing to you—taking them down should be effortless. Look at the woman. Her arms are so thin. The man might be tough, but you could still take them both easily.”


    Ghost’s voice remained steady. “The man, I can kill. The woman—I won’t.”


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