Chapter 731

Chapter 731:

Magician and Milly didn’t interact often, but as fellow assassins, they understood each other in ways words couldn’t express. Magician was frustrated with her choices, feeling like her actions weren’t worth the consequences.

“Milly, your sacrifices won’t be appreciated,” Magician said, his voice turning icy.

“I don’t need anyone’s appreciation. Just tell them I did it because I couldn’t stand Peyton and Corbett,” Milly replied.

“I’m not helping you with that,” Magician shot back.

Milly fell silent.

As he turned to leave, she asked, “Are you doing this willingly?”

Willingly?

They had all become assassins by choice—at first, anyway.

In the beginning, they had followed someone, a leader.

Back then, their missions were almost noble, like Robin Hood.

As their leader neared death, they discovered a shadowy organization, the Serpentine Palers, had been pulling the strings all along.

From that point on, they were forced to obey the group’s orders without question.

Some assassins, having killed so many, became numb to the value of human life. It didn’t matter if the target was good or bad—if there was a mission, they would carry it out.

Magician was one of those.

He needed money, so he took on more jobs, like most others.

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But Milly was different.

Even under the grip of the Serpentine Palers, she refused to kill the innocent.

Milly’s voice was steady as she spoke. “I know you’re doing this because you need money, because there’s someone you’re trying to save. If you had a choice, you wouldn’t be like this.”

Magician’s tone turned cold. “Are you seriously trying to pull at my heartstrings now?”

“No, I don’t pull at anyone’s heartstrings. But we’re the same. You’re living for her, and I’m living for him,” Milly replied.

Magician’s voice remained icy. “I have no reason to help you. Besides, it won’t stay hidden for long. The organization will find out, and when they do, I’ll go down with you.”

“I believe in him. Before the organization finds out, he’ll destroy it. Then you’ll be free to do whatever you want. Consider that my gift to you,” Milly said.

Magician hesitated, caught off guard.

Milly pressed on. “I wouldn’t ask for your help without giving something in return. I know you want out of the organization too.”

Magician fell silent.

Milly locked her gaze onto him.

If he didn’t come around, Howard was as good as dead.

Magician stood there in silence before turning on his heel and walking away.

Milly exhaled a deep sigh of relief, her heart fluttering with the certainty that he had, indeed, agreed to help.

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