I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Damien laughed, “I don’t know about that. This is Master’s order. Selene, are you going to defy Master’s command?”

Selene stared at Damien for a few seconds, then walked over to the black box. She opened it and her eyes narrowed. “You seem very invested in this mission, even tracking Terrence’s movements.”

Damien sneered, “Selene, you’ve killed countless people, yet you still have a soft heart. I’m curious to see if you’ll actually go through with it this time. Naturally, I’m more invested.”

Selene closed the black box. “My affairs are none of your concern.”Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Selene, you can depart now,” Damien said with a cold smile. “Master is waiting for your good news.”

Selene had a vague feeling that something was off about this mission. Perhaps there was no client at all, and it was just Master trying to control her.

She was a weapon of the Celestial Alliance but not the sharpest one because her blade was never fatal. Over the years, she had never failed a mission-not because she was exceptionally skilled but because there was always someone to finish the job behind her. She didn’t know who that person was, only that it was Master’s will.

People in the underworld feared her, believing she was a ruthless killer. The title of cold-blooded assassin spread far and wide.

Master would not allow her to fail, and tonight…

Selene shouldered the black box and left.

Damien stood where he was, watching with a look of anticipation. He subconsciously touched the silver bracelet on his wrist, an item he always wore.

Night fell.

The dock was brightly lit.

A cargo ship arrived at the dock precisely at seven o’clock.

Seeing the cargo ship made Ethan Channing excited; to him, it wasn’t just a ship but Terrence’s death warrant.

As soon as the ship docked, plainclothes police officers boarded to search it-everything was going according to Ethan Channing’s plan.

But as soon as the police boarded, Ethan Channing sensed something was wrong. Just as unease filled his heart, the cargo ship exploded, blowing apart completely.

Flames shot into the sky; Ethan Channing was stunned.

The entire dock descended into chaos.

Even Terrence, who was in a cafe at the dock, was shocked by the explosion. How could the ship explode?

Could Ethan Channing have known it was a trap and destroyed the goods?

But that didn’t make sense; Ethan Channing set up this trap to frame him and wouldn’t destroy the goods.

Terrence’s eyes darkened as he saw plainclothes officers heading towards Ethan Channing’s location. The development deviated from his expectations but not significantly.

Ethan Channing sat by a window and saw police heading upstairs.

His phone rang; it was one of his men calling. “Mr. Channing, there’s trouble. The person responsible for the cargo wrote your name instead of Terrence’s. The police are heading your way…”

Ethan Channing roared in frustration, “How did the cargo ship explode?”

Fear gripped Ethan Channing’s heart-fear that everything tonight involved that person and fear that his actions had been discovered by them.

“I don’t know…” His subordinate’s words were cut off by gunfire over the phone.

When gunfire erupted, everyone at the dock thought it was another explosion except for the police, who knew it was a signal for action.

Ethan Channing barely had time to think about why the goods were under his name when he had purchased them under Terrence’s name or how the police knew he was there.

There could only be one explanation: he had been set up by Leyton Sterling and Terrence.

Seeing the police approaching, Ethan Channing used his bodyguard as a shield and escaped through the back.

He climbed down from the third floor using an exterior water pipe.

Joy Chaucer and Leyton Sterling, also at the dock, were stunned by both explosions and gunfire, unsure of what had happened.

Terrence left the cafe with Rick following behind him in confusion. “Mr. Sterling, why did the ship suddenly explode?”

When Ethan Channing set up his trap, Terrence secretly swapped out the goods. The police received two anonymous tips: one about contraband on the ship and another identifying Ethan Channing as its owner and stating he would be at the dock overseeing it personally.

This strategy turned Ethan Channing’s own tactics against him.

Ethan Channing fled in his car but crashed into a black vehicle at an intersection in a forested area. The collision flipped his car over.

Injured with blood streaming from his head and glass shards embedded in his skin, Ethan Channing struggled out of the driver’s seat only to see someone from the black car aiming a gun at him for a final shot.

Blinded by headlights, Ethan couldn’t see who it was but noticed their silver bracelet.

It really was that person.

Despair filled Ethan’s eyes.

Terrence arrived in time; his headlights blinded the shooter momentarily causing them to miss their shot which hit Ethan’s shoulder instead of his head. Seeing Terrence’s car approaching, they drove off quickly.

Terrence saw Ethan being shot from his car and immediately stopped. He glanced at the departing black car before rushing over to Ethan.

“Ethan Channing,” Terrence checked Ethan’s injuries quickly. The crash had already done significant damage; fortunately, the bullet wound wasn’t fatal since it hit his shoulder instead of his head.

“Do you know who shot you?” Terrence asked urgently. “Ethan Channing, who wants you dead?”

Coughing up blood, Ethan realized what had happened when he saw who tried to finish him off earlier.

He always thought he worked secretly for Celestial Alliance; all his assets were just fronts ultimately benefiting Celestial Alliance.

Seeking revenge on Terrence exposed himself making him expendable.

With his last strength soaked in blood grasping Terrence’s collar filled with hatred he said “You killed my parents! Ten years of planning yet I failed avenging them! Even in death I won’t forgive you!”