Chapter 119

Sophia Evans's condition suddenly worsened, forcing her to postpone her overseas trip. Ethan Roscente arranged for her VIP hospital suite but rarely visited.

Every time she called, his assistant Simon Eisner politely declined with "Mr. Roscente is in a meeting."

Victoria Roscente arrived with a fruit basket, fuming as she entered. "My brother is being ridiculous! You bore his child, yet he won't even let you through the Roscente family gates!"

She only knew Sophia loved Ethan deeply, unaware of the truth behind their relationship. When Sophia suddenly left the country years ago and secretly gave birth, Victoria naturally assumed the child was Ethan's.

"Don't say that." Sophia coughed weakly. "I'm just a burden. Ethan has done enough for me these years."

"But what right does that AN woman have?" Victoria clenched her teeth. "Sharing a name with that ugly Vivian Laurent makes me sick!"

A cold glint flashed in Sophia's eyes. "She won't live past tonight."

"Really?"

"The Dark Web assassin has accepted the contract." Sophia gently touched her IV tube. "Soon, AN will cease to exist."

Victoria's fists tightened excitedly. "Perfect! With her gone, I'll be the undisputed queen of perfumery!"

...

Under cover of night, the assassin infiltrated the villa undetected.

He'd taken the lowest-tier contract—no method specified, only death required. Simple jobs like this paid handsomely.

In the bedroom, Vivian Laurent appeared to be sound asleep.

The assassin withdrew a syringe, its needle glinting coldly in the moonlight. He crept toward the bed, raising the needle—

His wrist suddenly went numb!

Before he could react, the needle now pressed against his own throat.

"Who sent you?" Vivian's voice cut like ice.

The assassin froze. That syringe contained lethal poison—one slip meant instant death.

"I-I'll talk..." His Adam's apple bobbed nervously. "It was... Ms. Evans..."