Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 98: "I am not doing this, I can smell the alcohol"

Chapter Ninety-Eight

And when she did, they would be the ones tied to the chair and she would give Cole the chance to pay them back.

She knew he was angry, and if not for anything, she owed him to offload that anger.

A knock came on her door and she groaned. She wasn’t ready to entertain anyone.

Matilda’s face appeared by the door when it was opened.

"Busy?" She asked. She was in already, why did she need to ask that. But Asli didn’t scold her. She tried to hide the drink in her hands.

It was not as if she cared about her opinion but she did not want her to see it and think it was okay to drink.

"How do I look?" She asked as she turned around. She looked at her uninterestedly. "Starting my training today. Markus asked me to meet him in the training room in thirty minutes. Thought I would show you my outfit."

Asli recognized the outfit. It was hers. She had almost the same outfits anyway. If only Matilda was comfortable in them, she didn’t care. All she wanted was for her to train and be able to defend herself.

Asli sighed, setting the glass down carefully on the table beside her before finally giving Matilda a proper look. The younger woman stood in the middle of the room, straightening the sleeves of the fitted black top, and adjusting the waistband of her cargo pants.

It suited her.

More importantly, it was as if it belonged to her.

"Looks fine," Asli muttered, reaching for her phone instead. "Make sure you actually train and not just admire your reflection in the mirrors."

Matilda scoffed. "Please. You think I’m excited to get punched in the ribs for an hour?"

"That’s the point." she snapped. The girl looked more happy than she wanted her to be about training.

Matilda pouted her lips but did not argue. Instead, she stepped closer, her gaze flicking toward the glass Asli had tried to push aside. She didn’t comment on it, but Asli still felt gaze lingering on it.

Annoyed, she leaned back in her chair. "Was that all?"

Matilda hesitated. "Actually... I heard what happened."

Asli’s fingers froze around her phone.

Of course she did. Everyone probably did by now.

"Word travels fast," she said, voice unreadable. A muscle ticked in Asli’s jaw. It was a simple question, but one she hadn’t asked herself yet.

Matilda nodded. "And, um... I saw Cole packing his bag. He said he was going for a vacation. I can’t believe the man finally agreed for some days to have fun."

Was she not talking about what she did to Cole? What did she hear then?

Her stomach twisted.

"Go train." she dismissed.

Matilda studied her for a second longer, then exhaled, giving a small nod. "Alright."

She turned to leave but hesitated by the door.

"Markus says fighting is like a dance," she said carefully. "Maybe you should join us sometime."

Asli didn’t answer. She just took a long drag, watching as Matilda finally disappeared down the hall.

’Fighting is like a dance.’ the sentence echoed inside her head. Was it a bad idea to ask him to train her? How was fighting like a dance? Was he even normal? Was everything a joke to him?

The door clicked shut, leaving her alone once again.

Her eyes flicked back to her phone, to the unread message still glowing on the screen.

’I’m not leaving.’ her mind was back to it.

She exhaled slowly, her hand going back for the drink.

No. He wasn’t.

Asli scrolled through her phone. She didn’t hesitate before she dialed.

The line rang twice before a voice answered.

"Boss?"

"I need you to trace a call." Her tone was calm, yet urgent. "The one I had Xavier before he was shot."

"Is his phone on?"

"No."

There was a brief pause on the other end. Then, a sigh. "That might take some time. I have to pull up the data, scrub through the—"

"I don’t have time," she snapped, her grip tightening. "I need it now."

Another pause, longer this time. Then, reluctantly, "I’ll do what I can."

She didn’t bother with a thank you. She ended the call with a sharp tap and tossed the phone onto the table.

Her foot tapped against the floor impatiently. Every second that passed was another second wasted.

She needed to see where it happened.

She needed clues.

And most importantly, she needed to find whoever wanted her to believe Cole was a traitor.

Because when she did?

They’d wish they were never born.

She only hoped it wasn’t her father. However, if it were, she wouldn’t be alive.

Asli leaned more into the chair, staring down at her phone. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a second before she finally typed out the message.

’I need you.’ She stared at the screen, her jaw tight as she waited for a reply. She hadn’t sent such a text to him before but tonight she needed to forget this. She didn’t care who could help her forget. For the first time she had a mistake and maybe she was going to make another.

It didn’t take long for a response. His name flashed on her screen. ’I’m on my way.’

She didn’t wait. She was already moving, stepping out of the room before she could change her mind.

She didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to sit alone and replay the last few hours over and over again in her head. She just needed a distraction.

By the time she reached him, he was already there, standing near the edge of the hallway, hands in his pockets. His expression was unreadable at first before he saw her. Concern etched on his face instantly as she walked towards him.

She didn’t say anything— just closed the distance between them, reaching up to pull him down into a kiss.

But before their lips could fully meet, he pushed her back, firm but careful.

"Asli," he said, voice low.

She frowned. "What?"

His gaze flicked over her face, his jaw tightening. "I’m not doing this. Not when you’re drunk."

"I’m not—"

"I can smell the alcohol."

She clenched her teeth. "It was just a little."

"That doesn’t change anything." His voice was steady. She knew he wasn’t going to do it. He wasn’t angry, but he wasn’t giving in either.

A flicker of frustration burned in her chest. She wanted to argue. Wanted to tell him it didn’t matter. That she didn’t care. She just wanted to forget. Did she need to beg him? Seduce him?

But before she could, his expression shifted. It became softer and more searching.

"What’s wrong?" he asked.

She stilled.

She should have expected the question. But it still caught her off guard.

Because she didn’t talk about her work. She didn’t tell people about her missions or her operations. Not even the ones closest to her.

And yet...

Ahmet of all people was asking.

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. She hesitated, her mind warring with itself. ’Don’t tell him. Keep it to yourself.’

But for some reason, she couldn’t.

She let out a slow breath. "Cole."

His brows furrowed slightly, but he did not speak. He just waited.

So she told him. About the interrogation. The knife. The way she had convinced herself he was guilty even when deep down, she had known he wasn’t.

Ahmet listened. No interruptions. No judgment.

And when she was done, he nodded. "You did what you thought was right."

That was it. No lectures. No scolding.

No calling her stupid or reckless or blind.

Something in her chest eased, just a little.

They sat in silence after that. Neither of them spoke, neither of them moved.

Then, suddenly ber phone buzzed and the sharp vibration cut through the silence. She snatched it up, glancing at the screen.

She was met with Demir’s message ’Change of plans. We need to move now. If we want to catch him before he disappears for good, we leave immediately.’

Asli exhaled sharply.

Demir wasn’t the type to exaggerate. If he said they had to leave now, then it meant they needed to run.

She pushed up from the chair, already moving. There was no hesitation, no second thoughts.

Ahmet’s eyes flickered to her. "What is it?"

She didn’t answer right away— just grabbed her jacket, slipped on her belt, and checked her gun.

Then, finally— "Work."

Ahmet didn’t push. He just watched as she walked to the door. She stopped and met his gaze one more time... briefly.

Then, turned and strode out of the room. She quickly called Demir.

The moment he picked up, she was already speaking. "Where are you?"

"In the garage, waiting. I came to your Suite and learnt you had left."

She cleared her throat. "Had to check something out. I’m on my way."

She ended the call and moved faster.

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Ps: This Chapter is not edited