She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 711: Lost Love in the Womb

In response to Chris' inquiries, the woman replied with an indifferent, disdainful tone, "Why so many questions? I'm here to kill you. That's it."

The way she expressed herself sadden Chris deeply.

Could it be that she used the same seductive tactics on other targets she intended to kill, without regard for who they were, just as she had done to him earlier? If Nancy knew what Chris was thinking at that moment, she would definitely burst into laughter.

After being an assassin for so many years, she had never encountered such a "naive" man. He was already over thirty, yet a simple kiss from a girl had left him in such turmoil.

This was one of the characteristics of a perpetually single man - as long as someone showed him a little kindness, he would be swayed.

Kelvin had no interest in witnessing Chris' feeble attempt. His chilling gaze fixed on the woman as he questioned sternly, "Who are you? Who sent you?"

The woman lazily stood up from her seat with elegant poise, holding her handbag. When she looked at Kelvin, her eyes seemed slightly disoriented.

"Chulae claims to be the land of etiquette. Are all Chulae men this rough and feeble-minded?"

"You've injured her hand. Look, it's all red and swollen," she said coquettishly, raising her fair wrist, revealing a bright red imprint of five fingers, evoking sympathy. Kelvin, with furrowed brows, was not swayed by her actions.

Did she think she was Cheyenne?

Suddenly, Kelvin stepped forward and firmly grasped the woman's slender swan-like neck, exerting force. The woman's face turned red as she struggled to cough.

"Let go of me. I won't talk. Those who fail their mission have no right to live."

"Stop your chatter. If you don't talk, you know the consequences."

He was never one to be tender and considerate. If she truly didn't speak, he might just strangle her right then and there.

Chris, who had been observing from the side, hesitated when he caught a glimpse of the woman's teary eyes. Perhaps he felt a twinge of pity, or maybe it was a sense of nostalgia for the initial innocent affection.

After nearly half a minute of hesitation, he spoke up, feeling conflicted, even pleading for the woman who had tried to kill him.

"Sir... Please spare her this once. I believe she won't dare to try again in the future."NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

As his words fell, he received an unmistakably icy glare from Kelvin, whose voice was devoid of emotion, "Are you sure you want me to spare her? Don't forget, she has someone backing her up." Chris tightly pursed his lips into a straight line, then lifted his head with a touch of remorse on his face, speaking firmly, "Yes, I'm sure."

"I'm sorry, sir. It was my fault this time. But... I... I..."

"I will find the person behind this, sir, I beg you."

He had been with him for nearly a decade, and this was the first time he had ever lowered himself to such a degree.

Beneath his mask, Kelvin's face was covered in bulging veins. He clenched his teeth, drawing back his hand with a voice as deep and chilling as the frozen peaks of a mountain. "Only once!"

Chris felt too demanding when he voiced his request and didn't hold out any hope.

Just as he was considering how to persuade the two, Kelvin actually agreed!

This was not Kelvin's style at all.

When dealing with enemies, Kelvin never showed mercy. Despite his young age, he stood at the top of the pyramid in the business world. It was his sufficient insight and decisive nature that elevated him to this position.

In the past, his plea would have only angered Kelvin, let alone sparing the woman's life. But perhaps due to Miss Lawrence's influence, the once cold and unfeeling Kelvin began to show some humanity. Chris bent over in ecstatic gratitude, tears almost falling. "Thank you, sir, thank you!"

After a moment of relief, Nancy's heart finally settled. After years of being an assassin, she encountered a man who spoke up for her for the first time. And tonight was their first meeting.

He was her target for assassination. Why didn't he hate her?

Nancy's voice choked as she recalled her unfortunate childhood. She was born into a poor fisherman's family. At the age of, seven, her father died at sea, leaving no trace. Her mother remarried in Truphis, taking her young brother with her and leaving Naney with only a dilapidated fishing boat.

She dropped out of school and wandered the streets, making a living through deception and theft. At the age of ten, she was abducted and became a prostitute. At fourteen, she began serving clients, letting one disgusting man after another defile her body.

Due to improper protection, she contracted a venereal disease and was shunned by clients due to the rashes all over her body. Her foster mother didn't want a liability that couldn't earn money and kicked her out. She was sixteen that,

t year.

It was winter, bitterly cold, and she stood on the shore of Truphis Bay, contemplating suicide. It was a man's appearance that changed her.

He was a typical gentleman, but also a complete demon. He spent money to cure her venereal disease and taught her to use a gun, how to kill, and how to avoid being killed. Nancy genuinely regarded him as her savior. Her savior ordered her to investigate the man with the silver mask and-kill him! She never needed to know the reason, just follow orders. Chris' protection struck Nancy, who had lacked love and security since childhood, deep in her heart. She decided to tell him a secret.

Nancy signaled to him and stood there gracefully, revealing a sweet smile to him.

Chris didn't hesitate and walked up to her.

'He was really silly,' she thought.

Nancy increasingly felt that he deserved better, but it was a pity that it would have been better if she had met him earlier.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you just now. You need to be careful. Please, please, don't go to see him-uh."

Just as she reached a crucial point in her words, Nancy closed her eyes and groaned in a muffled tone. Her body suddenly convulsed, foam at her mouth, and collapsed on the ground.

"Nancy!"