Chapter 675 Is It Only Considered Familiar After Practice?
"You too?"
There were too many people around, and Grace couldn't recognize anyone from that side.
It seemed like the people who mentioned Killer back then were probably his subordinates.
"Looks like it really is fate," Zane sighed. Then, something clicked in his mind. "Wait a minute!"
He stared at Grace in shock. Could this woman be a spy?
She might have deliberately infiltrated, using her looks to get close to Killer and extract information about their Hugh gang!
This woman had been plotting from the start, her schemes running deep.
No way, he had to call Killer immediately!
With that, Zane suddenly headed for the door and left the room.
Outside, Zane quickly dialed Killer's number.
Killer picked up quickly. "What's up?"
"Killer, your girl is here looking for you!"
"What girl?"
"The model you hooked up with last night. She's in the hotel now. I think there's something fishy about her. You need to come back right away!"
Grace was at the hotel?
Killer felt a sudden headache. "Alright, I got it."
Zane had said it on purpose, even mentioning the part about last night, and Killer didn't deny it at all.
Which meant Killer really did sleep with her!
When Killer rushed back, Zane was outside, too scared to go in. That woman seemed a bit terrifying. Killer might have met his match this time.
"Where is she?"
"Still inside."
Killer took out his key card and swiped it to open the door.
Zane tried to follow Killer inside, but the door closed on him, leaving him outside.
As Killer entered, he saw Grace sitting there.
"What are you doing here?"
Wasn't Grace just at Dorian's place?
Seeing Grace, Killer's expression was complicated. Was she Dorian's daughter?
Grace suddenly coming to find him—could it be she knew about his plan to assassinate Dorian?
"Of course, I'm here to see you. After all, we had a one-night stand last night. Mr. K, you don't plan on taking responsibility, do you?" Her beautiful eyes blinked, revealing a fox-like smile.
"Nothing happened last night."
"Yeah, nothing happened. But I want to know how the rumors about us started. Wasn't it you who spread them? Your subordinate saw me and immediately thought I was your woman. There's something unclear between us."
Killer was silent.
What nonsense had Zane been spouting?
"There’s a misunderstanding. So, why are you really here?"
"Can't I come to see you for no reason?"
"Of course, I wanted to thank you for taking me home and bandaging my wound yesterday. I wanted to invite you to dinner, but I didn't have your contact information. I only knew you were staying here, so I came over."
"I don't have time. You don't need to come looking for me again." Killer's tone was still rejecting, sounding very cold.
"Why can't I look for you? Mr. K, your personality sure changes quickly." Yesterday, he was fine, but now, Killer was cold and distant again.
"No reason. Ms. Lewis and I are not familiar with each other."
The word "not familiar" coming from his mouth made Grace find it quite amusing.
Grace stood up. Today, she was wearing high heels, and standing next to Killer, she wasn't much shorter than him.
She deliberately moved closer, narrowing the distance between them.
"Not familiar? Then why did you kiss me yesterday? So, Mr. K, what counts as familiar? Do we have to sleep together to be familiar?"
As Grace got closer, Killer felt uncomfortable all over.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing became heavy. He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.
"Yesterday was a misunderstanding." Killer's voice was hoarse, as if he was trying hard to restrain something.
If you looked closely, you could see his hand quietly clenching into a fist.
"Misunderstanding? Is there such a misunderstanding? Who kisses someone and then runs away?" Grace smirked.
Then she suddenly stood on tiptoe, her red lips landing on Killer's cheek.
She grabbed his head, pressing hard, and gave him a fierce kiss.
After meeting Killer's subordinate, Grace had deliberately touched up her makeup, making her red lips even redder.
Now, there was a big lipstick mark on Killer's cheek.
Grace looked at her handiwork with satisfaction. This way, no one would believe there was nothing between them.
Grace wanted others to see, especially Zane outside.
That Zane might be a breakthrough point. If he believed in her relationship with Killer, she might learn something from him.
"You..." Killer was momentarily stunned.
Grace mimicked Killer's tone. "We're not familiar anyway, so what's wrong with a kiss?"
Killer was silent.
"Your man is still outside. Aren't you going to let him in? I'll open the door."
With that, Grace went to open the door.
Zane was still outside, looking curious, trying to eavesdrop but hearing nothing.
Killer hadn't noticed the lipstick mark on his face. He turned to look at Zane at the door.
Zane was shocked. "I... you... Killer... you..."
He stammered, unable to form a complete sentence.
Shocked, he was utterly shocked.
Killer had locked him outside and was kissing this woman inside!
Could this woman really be Killer's future wife?
Killer hated contact with women, yet this woman could kiss him and even sleep with him.
Even Matilda probably hadn't succeeded in such a thing.
"I'm planning to have dinner with your boss. Do you want to join us?" Grace asked directly.
"No, no!" Zane quickly waved his hands.
"When did I say I was going to..."
Before Killer could finish, Grace grabbed him. "Then let's go. I'll make sure your boss brings you something good."
Grace pulled Killer along, leaving a bewildered Zane behind.
In Zane's eyes, Killer was going on a date with this woman?
And they were holding hands as they left! When had Killer ever held a girl's hand?
This was bad. Killer was falling in love. What about the organization?
If he wanted to leave the gang, betraying the gang would result in severe punishment. Hugh would never give the antidote, and in the end, he would die a painful death.
Killer had always been thoughtful. He wouldn't make the wrong choice, right?
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