The Cherished Wife

"Names!" Charles snapped impatiently. "I don't have time to waste on you!"

While the female assassin was momentarily distracted, Charles leaped over the car roof. Even though her reflexes were sharp, she was no match for Charles' speed.

He swiftly disarmed her and removed the magazine from her gun. Before she could utter a word, he slashed her throat with a military knife.

The assassin's eyes widened in shock. She clutched her neck, pointing a trembling finger at Charles. "Y-You..." she stammered, disbelief etched across her face.

She could not fathom how he moved so quickly or how he disarmed and defeated her before she even had a chance to react.

Charles straightened up, glancing at the blood-stained coat he was wearing.

He shrugged it off and held it in his hand. Looking down at the lifeless assassin with cold detachment, he said, "I've never had patience for people who waste my time."

no interest in finding out who had ordered the hit on

"Come out," he called.

well," Sean said, stepping out and twirling a gun in his hand. "Charles, you're really something. I rushed all the way here to save

on the ground.

sidelong glance. "You're just showing up

And really, you had to pick some godforsaken spot in the middle of nowhere? So, who did you tick off this time?" Sean asked

to answer. He scanned the area quickly, ensuring he had not left any trace. He then climbed back

this, Sean hurried after him. "Hey, aren't you going to at least clean

was, never left anything to chance. If he was driving off now, it was because there were no loose ends left behind. "Oh, by the way, Peter said ambushes have been laid out near your

the car door,