Chapter 9

Yoursa pushed Oliver so hard that he was gone a few steps back. Then, Yoursa slapped Oliver until his head turned to the left side.

'Plak...!'

"That slap was nothing compared to your attitude, that jerk!" said Yoursa, full of anger. And walked out of the library.

While Oliver could only chuckle at Yoursa slapping him, he also saw Yoursa leave the library after beating him. "Tsk... That's just the beginning, baby, and it's not time for you to get what I want!"

Not long after Yoursa left the library, Oliver came out to fight for a few minutes and decided to go outside for fresh air.

On the other side.

Yoursa cursed irritably at Oliver even though he didn't hear her. Just imagine that the first kiss that should have been given to her lover was taken away by that damn man without permission. Kissing him so roughly and making the corner of Yoursa's right lip.

"Argh...!" cried Yoursa, venting her annoyance. But still feeling annoyed.

"Damn, man, just watch out. I won't let you do that to me again!" cursed Yoursa, monologuing to herself.

Then, Yoursa tried to close her eyes to sleep. But what happened instead of falling asleep was that she remembered Oliver kissing her constantly flashed in her beautiful brain, damn right.

****

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Oliver enters a disused, abandoned building. He is meeting someone he will finish with tonight.

Apart from being a bodyguard, Oliver also has another job. As a hitman, his target this time is a famously successful businessman in America. His client asked him to finish off the man, and he was also promised considerable money from his client if the job was completed without leaving the slightest trace.

By the task of his client, Oliver, assisted by several of his client's men, brought the man to him. Once the man was in front of him, Oliver smiled slyly. "Mr. Pattison, welcome to my hell," said Oliver with a killer smile.

"Who are you?" asked Pattison, with Oliver in front of him.

"You ask me who I am! Consider me a grim reaper because soon your life will be in hell."

"Tsk... An angel of death. What nonsense are you saying, boy? Don't you know who I am? Don't be mean to me because I can kill you anytime!" retorted Pattison, laughing at Oliver's words while mocking him.

This time, Oliver laughed at Pattison as if his words were so funny to hear that it made Pattison furious and want to hit Oliver.

Before Pattison hit him, Oliver first twisted the man's hand behind his body so that Pattison's bones rattled.

"Asshole! Let go of me, or you know what happens!" said Pattison, threatening Oliver to let go of his hand.

"Letting you go, that's very easy for me. But before I let you go, I want to play a little game. The game is easy enough. You just close your eyes and shoot in the direction I've specified three times. However, if your gun is not loaded, you will have to suffer my punishment. How do you agree, Mr. Pattison," Oliver said, explaining the game that he and his victim would be playing, with a horrible smile.

Pattison foolishly nodded in agreement, a straightforward game of just shooting. It wasn't hard for him, but Pattison had no idea he had walked right into the trap of Oliver, who was staring at him slyly, smirking. Seeing his victim foolishly fall for his plan so quickly.

Then, Oliver blindfolded Pattison using a satin black cloth that had been previously prepared while Oliver exchanged the gun to shoot and gave it to Pattison.

"Are you ready, Mr. Pattison?" asked Oliver.

"Hurry up, don't waste time!" replied Pattison, impatient.

"Turns out you're impatient, hmm...! But I like your impatience. Alright, let's get this game started. " Oliver directed Pattison to the place he had prepared while pulling out a weapon from behind his body.

Without any suspicion at all, Pattinson pointed his gun forward, right at his target, but just as Pattinson was about to shoot, he felt an object right on his head.

"Bastard...! You set me up..." Pattison said, realizing he had walked into Oliver's trap.

"I didn't set you up! You played my game so stupid, and now accept your death. Say goodbye to the world." Oliver shot Pattison in the head and through his nose.

Then, Oliver shot Pattison's body again and again until the bullet ran out. After his victim had died, Oliver ordered someone to clean up the place and told him to throw Pattison's body into a steep ravine with a river below. He did not forget to remind his messenger to use large stones so that Pattison's body would not float in the water.

*****

03.00 pm

Yoursa woke up with a dry throat, so she reached into her pocket for the glass she had prepared before bed. However, there was not a drop of water left in the glass.

Yoursa got out of bed and went to the kitchen to get water from her glass. Just as Yoursa came out of her room, she heard a sound from the lower floor of the mansion.

Quickly, Yoursa went downstairs to see who dared to enter her family's mansion. When she was on the last step, Yoursa saw the shadow of a man in the kitchen.

Slowly, without making a sound from her sandals, Yoursa picked up a baseball bat not far from her place, and then Yoursa returned to strolling. Yoursa swung the baseball bat at the man's head when she was in the kitchen.

'Bugh'! One hit right to the man's head before Yoursa knew who the victim of Yoursa's punch was.

Holding his head from Yoursa's blow, the man gave a slight grimace without Yoursa hearing and turned around, seeing who had hit his head.

Yoursa was surprised to see who the man she hit earlier was, feeling guilty about getting the man's head oozing a lot of thick liquid from his head.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to! I thought a burglar broke into the mansion," Yoursa said regretfully.

"I'm sorry you said that after you hit my head to the point of oozing red liquid!" she fumed.

"I didn't mean to, seriously! I thought you were a thief, so I hit you. It's your fault why you're here and making suspicious noises," said Yoursa, this time not relenting.

"Do I have to tell you I'm hungry? And wake up people who are sleeping, huh!"

Yoursa silently looked down, it was true what the man said. How could that man wake up the people of the house to make her food? That man would have been rampaged by the people in this mansion.