Tessa Caldwell ate too much, feeling quite uncomfortable, and since there was still a distance to the residential area, she asked Nora Harrow to let her off.
She was very familiar with the surroundings here, and the security was good. Nine o'clock at night was still early, and being alone didn't seem to bother her.
In the alley, a tall man was desperately trying to hide his figure.
He was holding a shiny silver dagger, its blade emitting a cold gleam.
He claimed to be a part-time assassin, and today's target was a woman named Tessa Caldwell.
As the target drew nearer, the assassin's breathing became heavier, his grip on the dagger tightened, his entire hand turning white and veins bulging due to tension.
He held his breath, watching Tessa approach, prepared to move, thinking that as long as he could stab her, not only would he keep his job, but he'd also earn a big sum of money.
Just then, a crisp sound rang out: "Tessa..."
