Chapter 35

This Michel just assassinated his target in seconds.

He strangled someone’s life as if it had no meaning.

Oh, she wished she could just forget what happened and move on.

But she could never get rid of the images burning in her head.

Eventually, Fanny’s cries turned into gasps as exhaustion overtook her.

Opening her burning eyes, she suddenly realized that she wasn’t really alone in the room. Andy was right there, sitting on the sofa, eyes closed as he seemed to be sleeping.

Without thinking, she crawled over to the sofa and grabbed his arm.

With a start, Andy turned her head to find Fanny burying her face in the fabric of his shirt while she cried silently.

“Fanny! When do you wake up? How are you?”

But she didn’t answer.

As if she suddenly remembered who he was, not only a friend but also a killer - like Michel - she pulled away and started crying as she shook her head back and forth as if she were trying to comfort hersel