Liu Xiang's anxiety escalated with each passing second.
She stopped pacing and sank onto the edge of her couch, gripping the phone so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Desperation clawed at her insides.
This was supposed to be the perfect plan, her final move in a long, bitter feud.
Su Feng had taken everything from her: her career, her friendships, her very sense of self.
This job was supposed to be Liu Xiang's way of taking back control, of removing Su Feng from her life for good.
Ding.
Her heart leaped at the sudden notification, and her eyes darted to the screen.
But it wasn't from the assassin. Instead, it was an unknown number.
"Meet me. Same place."
She stared at the message for a few moments, her pulse quickening.
The assassin wouldn't contact her unless he was done. That had to mean Su Feng was… gone. Finally.
A twisted sense of satisfaction washed over her.
