Chapter 2289
Isabelle glared at him with wide eyes. She snapped, "What misunderstanding? I don’t care! Either way, you messed with me, and I can’t guarantee I won’t spread the word about this."
With that, she grabbed her skirt and bolted like lightning.
Andrew shook his head and cursed his bad luck under his breath. Then, he pushed aside his distracting thoughts and headed straight to Ezekiel’s suite door.
He knocked hard on the door, but there was no response from inside.
Andrew knocked again, this time louder and more insistent. Suddenly, the door swung open to reveal a bearded face, followed immediately by the dark barrel of a gun pointed straight at him.
Andrew’s face showed genuine terror as he threw up his hands. In an exaggerated Eastonian accent, he said, “Sorry, sorry!”
The bearded man was caught off guard and blurted out in Soryan, “What the hell! We’re Soryan, not Eastonian, you idiot!”
Suddenly, Andrew’s fist shot out like lightning and slammed into the man’s forehead.
The bearded guard looked stunned before collapsing to the floor. His fall made quite a commotion, and immediately the rest of the black-suited bodyguards came charging out of the room, shouting angrily.
Andrew spun around and ran as most of Ezekiel’s security team split off to chase him. They kept yelling Soryan curses as they pursued him through the hallway.
Andrew did not look back, focused only on leading the bodyguards in the opposite direction. Then, he glanced at his watch.
It was time for Aspen to make her move. However, time was running short; only two minutes remained. If she could not succeed within that window, either the experts downstairs in the main hall or these diverted guards would notice something was wrong and return.
Meanwhile, Aspen appeared in her striking red dress at the first opportunity. Without hesitation, she delivered a powerful high kick that sent the door flying into the room.
As soon as she stepped inside, a vicious punch came roaring toward her face. Even so, her expression did not change as she shouted and dodged to the side, then her high heel shot upward to connect squarely with the black-suited guard’s groin.
There was a sickening crack, and the man’s face turned purple as he collapsed motionless to the floor. Aspen headed straight for the bedroom, following the locations Andrew had sent her where the Blackstar Crystal might be hidden. However, the bedroom contained a black briefcase and a safe.
The safe was locked and clearly required a key to open. Moreover, one black-suited bodyguard was still stationed inside.
When the guard spotted Aspen, he roared and raised his gun to fire. However, her graceful form dodged continuously until she moved like a red phantom behind the bodyguard.
Aspen’s delicate feet in high heels touched the ground with a crisp sound, and somehow, a dagger appeared in her right hand, now stained with fresh blood.
The black-suited guard’s face went rigid. He wanted to turn and look at Aspen, but he had lost all strength and collapsed to the floor.
A gruesome wound on the back of his neck had ended his life instantly.
Aspen’s assassination skills had reached perfection and been proven in real combat. She bit down on the bloody dagger and began searching the two corpses, but aside from their weapons, neither bodyguard carried any keys.
Aspen remained calm, silently reciting the killer’s principles Andrew had taught her. “As an assassin, the first rule is to stay cool. The second rule is still to stay cool. The third rule is to be fast, and the fourth is to escape above all else… That’s what matters most.”
She opened the black briefcase first but found only documents inside, no Blackstar Crystal. That meant the crystal was most likely hidden in the safe.
Aspen’s slender fingers moved toward the combination lock. However, at the last moment, she suddenly froze.