Jamison withdrew his gaze and checked the time. By his estimation, Red Lips should be arriving soon.
He turned to the liquor cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, opened it, poured a glass, and tasted it. Then, he took a syringe from his bag and carefully injected the liquid inside into the wine bottle. This was a specially made poison—it would make the victim feel exhilarated and euphoric before they died in a state of boundless joy.
Though she was a top-tier assassin he had personally groomed, he couldn't help but feel a pang of reluctance. But who told her to try and quit? Quitting was impossible; the organization would destroy her. Rather than letting Satan kill her, it was better she die by his hand. Besides, once Red Lips was dead, that five billion would be his alone.
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