"I don't need you to pick me up..."
Tessa Caldwell took a step forward, originally intending to refuse.
But before she finished speaking, Shawn Morton blurted out, "Alright then, I won't pick you up. You can take a taxi to the agreed location. Make sure you arrive on time, at box 88 on the second floor of the Celestial Pavilion. Don't be late, bye!"
Afraid that Tessa Caldwell might refuse him, he hung up the phone right after finishing his sentence.
Tessa was stunned for a moment, muttering to herself, "Did I agree to anything?"
She stopped again, intending to put her phone back into her bag...
(°ー°〃)～
The assassin following her from a distance tightly gripped the dagger in his hand, hiding it behind his back, his palms already covered in sweat.
In a moment, he must stab Tessa Caldwell's heart, deliver a fatal blow, and run away without letting anyone see him.
He had practiced this at home many times; it should be flawless.
