Chapter 577
Jonas couldn''t help but grin when he was chastised by the fiery beauty before him. He shook his head in a self-satisfied manner.
"Or, you know, | could just marry you. That would work, too."
Elisea had had enough. She shot Jonas a scathing look. "Out with it, what''s your angle? You could''ve easily offed mest night
without breaking a sweat. So why the sudden kindness? Not only did you not kill me, but you''re sparing my life?"Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.
“Ah, of course, | have my schemes," Jonas admitted without hesitation. "I''ve already told you my reasons."
Elisea furrowed her brow again. This jerk was speaking in riddles! She couldn''t make heads or tails of what he was on about!
But Jonas didn''t seem interested in boration. His gaze was soft and gentle. "Ellie, rx. | have no intention of killing you. In
fact, I''ll take extra good care of you. Make yourself at home here. | saw you were hurtst night, so I''ll have a doctore check
on youter."
Elisea''s sense of security wavered as she stood up, pointing an usatory finger at Jonas'' nose. "You are such a jerk, how dare
you peek at my back!"
Nobody knew better than Elisea the scars that marred her back — remnants of a failed mission long ago, when she had been
lashed seven times by the boss! They were frightening and hideous.
Jonas feigned innocence, opening his hands in a gesture of surrender. "| wasn''t peeking, | swear. | did ask, but you were out like
a light."
Frustrated and out of her element in this verbal sparring match, Elisea felt utterly cornered by Jonas. If she could have, she
would''ve thrown her fork at him, hoping to leave him with more holes than a slice of Swiss cheese.
Watching Elisea''s huff, Jonas teasingly cocked an eyebrow. "Better eat up before the food gets cold. Don''t worry, it''s not
poisoned."
With that, he took a bite of the chicken he''d prepared, giving aedic thumbs-up. "Mmm, tastes pretty darn good."
Elisea''s stomach growled — she''d been hungry for a while. Hesitantly, she sat back down. Since this jerk didn''t seem keen on
killing her just yet, she might as well fill her belly first. She wasn''t about to starve!
Determined not to let Jonas look down on her, Elisea red at him and started shoveling food into her mouth. The meal Jonas
made was indeed delicious, and given her hunger, she devoured two tes like a whirlwind.
Jonas'' heart twisted seeing her eat with such ferocity. What had she been through all these years to be the person she was
now? He silently kept adding food to her te, worried she wasn''t eating well enough.
Elisea didn''t refuse the hospitality, cleaning her te quickly.
Suddenly, Jonas extended his hand towards her. Wary, Elisea caught his wrist with her fork, eyeing him defensively. "What are
you ying at?"
With his right hand caught, Jonas swiftly used his left to remove a stray grain of rice from her lower lip, softly saying, "Just getting
rid of that rice grain."
Elisea''s cheeks flushed. She pursed her lips and continued to focus on her meal.
After they finished eating, Jonas stood up, cing a set of sleek keys on the coffee table. "Ellie, these are the keys to the house.
You''re going to stay here."
Elisea immediately stood up, her refusal swift, "You wish. | won''t be staying!"
Jonas remained cool as he narrowed his eyes at her, full of confidence. "Oh? Don''t you want to finish your mission and take me
out? I''ll give you that chance. You have one month. Feel free to try anytime, if you think you can."
With those words, Jonas left the vi.
Elisea watched his retreating figure, baffled. In her years of carrying out missions, she''d seen all sorts, but never someone who
invited an assassin to try their luck while offering room and board. Truly a first.
Elisea, ever the straightforward type, didn''t dwell on things she couldn''t figure out. Whether Jonas was mentally disturbed or just
in twisted didn''t matter to her anymore.
Once she was sure he had left, she didn''t pick up the keys. Instead, she shoved her hands in her pockets and coolly strolled off.
To win freedom for her mother, she would find a way to take down the arrogant Jonas. However, she also had her principles.
How could shefortably live in the vi of a man whose life she intended to end?
After leaving the vi, Jonas headed straight for the corporate offices. He took the private elevator to the executive suite and sent
an email to his assistant Brendan, instructing him to thoroughly investigate how Elisea had entered the country.
Brendan got to work immediately, following Jonas'' orders to the letter.
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After a moment, Jonas focused on thepany''s affairs, signing contracts and approving ounts until the day had slipped by.
ncing out at the sunset, he tidied his desk and left the office, driving towards the seaside vi. Upon arrival, he found the vi
empty. Elisea had vanished. The keys he''d left on the table that morning made his brow crease deeply.
That sly fox had slipped away!
At the same time, Elisea appeared at the entrance of a hotel in the States. She confirmed the hotel''s name and briskly made her
way to a slightly ajar door on the thirteenth floor, then pushed it open and entered.
The room was dimly lit, shrouded in a deliberate gloom. Not only were the drapes drawn tight across the floor-to-ceiling windows,
but every possible sliver of light was meticulously blocked out.
Elisea strode in confidently, her voice hushed as she called out to a shadowy figure standing by the window, "Sir."
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At the sound of Elisea’s voice, the
man turned, his initially forbidding
gaze softening instantly, "He ig this
mission oying to wea fdug nut to
etree already blown past the
deadline our leader set. You''ve
always been a sure shot and never
missed your mark. Howe you
haven''t taken down Jonas yet?"
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