Chapter 437
Chapter 437:
“No,” Asher said. “Davin mentioned you’d been staying in the hotel all week. I just wanted to check in p>
She let out a quiet breath. “I’m glad it didn’t affect things on your end p>
Asher exhaled slowly.
She caught it. “What’s wrong p>
“You sound too formal with me,” he said. “Even if you had caused trouble — so what? I like being there for you p>
She didn’t know what to say to that.
“If you want to go out, then go,” he continued. “I want you to feel free, not like you’re under house arrest p>
Her breath caught. “Asher p>
“Even if Colton finds you again, we’ll deal with it. Worst case, we move on somewhere else. The world is enormous, Kristine. Don’t you want to see more of it p>
She blinked. A long silence passed.
𝖨𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺ո𝘵 𝗮𝘤𝗰𝗲ss oո 𝘨а𝗅𝗻оvе𝗹ѕ.c𝗼m
“Thank you,” she whispered finally.
Asher smiled, his gaze drifting to the moon hanging pale and full outside his window.
Once Colton’s people had been dealt with properly, he would go to her in Evira. Until then, this would have to be enough.
At another hotel across the city, Elyse stepped out of the bathroom and noticed a message from Bobby waiting on her phone.
Miss Lloyd — the team confirms the deer head should be fully restored by next week.
She read it and set the phone aside without reply. Colton had hired professionals. That wasn’t her concern anymore.
Something else had been occupying her mind.
She opened her laptop. The screen brightened slowly, revealing a deep red interface. She logged in with practiced ease and navigated to her task listing.
No one had accepted it yet.
Frustration tightened in her chest. She was about to close the window when a new message appeared.
Do you want Kristine Green dead?
Elyse’s eyes lit up. She typed back immediately. Yes.
No response came for a moment.
She scrolled down to the task entry she had posted: Target: Kristine Green. Reward: $5 million. Beneath it, a string of mocking comments from other users insisted that Kristine was already dead and the listing was pointless.
Elyse stared at the screen. Had she been wrong that night? Had she imagined it?
No. She was certain of what she had seen.
A notification chimed.
Task accepted.
Satisfaction surged through her. She checked the profile of the person who had taken it — the same one who had reached out to her earlier.
She typed quickly. Do you know where Kristine is?
The reply came at once. Of course.
She hesitated. But isn’t she supposed to be dead?
The response was an image.
Elyse opened it — and her pupils contracted sharply.
The photograph was unmistakable. It showed Kristine and Asher together on the balcony of the grand hall where the cultural exchange event had taken place.
Elyse leaned closer to the screen. Kristine had been up there at the exact same time the deer head was being moved through the building. So she was alive. Her eyes hadn’t deceived her after all.