Meanwhile.
"Did we get him?"
"No,"
The man gazed at the distant manor, his eyes darkening.
"The target changed their route.
Our plans will have to be delayed."
Changed their route?
Sandra's brow twitched, suspicion and wariness flashing in her eyes.
"Did you slip up somehow?
Were you spotted?"
Wolf smirked, his gravelly voice laced with a hint of amusement.
"If that were the case, do you really think I'd still be on this call with you?"
Fair point.
Sandra's beautiful eyes flickered, and she let out a small sigh of relief.
"Whatever the reason, don't forget your promise," she hissed through clenched teeth, her tone sharpening.
"Before the day ends, I want news of that woman's gruesome death—or you won't see a single cent of the remaining payment!"
"Relax,"
The man's gaze turned icy.
"Just make sure the money's ready."
With that, the call ended.
