Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)



"These are two completely different matters..." The man, Zayn, rubbed his fingertips, his meaning evident. It was a different price now.

"I'll give you another half a million dollars. I'll tell you where to get the money after you've done the deal! Whether you succeed or fail, this has nothing to do with me! I won't admit anything!"

Cloud gnashed her teeth, hair disheveled, looking ghostly, all obsessive.

"Don't worry; we're professionals. Hadn't you come to us because we're outlaws? We'll be lucky if we can live another day. As long as you give us enough money, anything is possible!"

With that, he ended the call.

"Zayn?"

"She wants the target dead!"

"Easy! We don't need to take her away anymore, don't we? Seeing that we just have to put a knife through her!" The other man, Taylor, tugged on his suit, clearly uncomfortable in it.

Zayn shot him a dirty look, retorting, "What do you know? Look at all the expensive cars around us. This is clearly a prestigious kindergarten! Any kids enrolled in this school are either from rich and powerful families or affiliated with them!"

"So we're making big bucks this time, aren't we?"

"You really are a dumba*s!" Zayn smacked his head hard, then sighed deeply.

"Do you think they don't have bodyguards with them? Our target must be a tricky one! Plus, our job this time is too rushed and risky! I doubt that that woman only hired us. I wouldn't have accepted this job if we weren't so desperate for money!"

"She's giving us hundreds of thousands of dollars. Why should we not take the job?" Zayn shot him another dirty look, and Taylor tucked his neck dispiritedly. "What do you mean?"

"Think about it, children are all precious to their parents, what more the rich and powerful? Besides, it's too wicked to kill a child. Even if we live our lives on the edge, we'll definitely rot in hell if we do this! What's more, the rich and powerful are well connected and money talks; they'll definitely have many people working for them. Who knows if somebody is helping them in the dark. Also, look at all these expensive cars. We'll be at a major disadvantage if we simply meddle in when we don't know what relationship our target has with any of them. More importantly, they're escorted into cars; the security is too tight. It'll be

hard for us to make our move!"

Zayn flicked the photos in his hand before continuing.

"Look at all these photos; they're clearly prepared in advance! Plus, clients would generally only want us to get the job done, but this one wants us to do it today! So I suspect she hadn't only hired us. She either has other collaboration or other purposes. You know what I'm most afraid of?"

Seeing Taylor only shake his head foolishly, Zayn rolled his eyes, speechless. "I'm just afraid that we'll become stepping stones and end up helping others achieve what they want before we realize we've been betrayed!"

How did he get stuck with such an idiotic partner? He was an absolute burden!

The issue wasn't the money if they failed, but that their lives would end right here!

"What? Are you saying she wants to put us out of business? Use us as a diversion and have others swoop in for the take, right? And she won't have to pay us the balance?! F*cking hell, this job, Zayn, we can't be the scapegoat!"

"But it's also possible that we're someone's stepping stone! This cunning vixen!" Zayn looked at the photos, obviously wavering.

"What then? Do it, or leave it? Money is important, but we can't risk our lives either, no?"

"We'll also starve to death if we bail on the job! We're doing it; we're going to have to take our chances!" At worst, it'd be their last job!

"But, we're changing things up. Well

take her away first; don't kill her just yet. If we get the 500 thousand dollars ransom, we'll do as the

money! If we don't get the m

woman says and leave with the\.1

well extort a good amount with the kid. But it's a fifty-fifty succession. It all comes down to our luck!"

"Sounds good!"

Then the two huddled together and discussed their next course of action.

Back inside the kindergarten, Yvette was ready to leave as it was approaching dismissal but her teacher asked her to stay. "Everyone can follow Miss Simpson out to line up for dismissal. Yvette, come with me to the teacher's office!"

Yvette was rather scared when she was led to the teacher's office, her heart pounding wildly. Soon, the female teacher sat down and reprimanded her.

"Yvette, did you fight with Fleur Lynch from Class 2? I heard you popped her balloon and even scratched her hand. Her teacher had already come to me!"

"How can you bully your schoolmate at such a young age?"

"You're quite bold even to hit a senior student! You're coming with me to apologize to Fleur, got it?"

Yvette was still well behaved when her teacher lectured her. But after hearing she had to apologize, she hit the roof. "I'm not wrong! I won't apologize! She popped my balloon first! She even-" stole my bag!

"What? Yvette Luther! How can you speak to me like that? Will you only admit your fault when I call your parents? You scratched her hand, and it even bled, yet you're saying you did nothing wrong?"

Yvette pursed her lips stubbornly while her teacher ruffled her head, comforting her.

"To err is human; to forgive is divine! You're a good girl, aren't you, Yvette? Good girls don't fight their friends. Apologize to Fleur and make friends with her, okay?"noveldrama

"No, no! She hit me first! I didn't scratch her hand. Wah..."

The teacher was troubled when she suddenly burst into tears, squatting down to comfort her again.

While the two came to a stalemate

in the office, Fleur showed off to her friends as they headed to the gates. "Look, pretty, isn't it? I snatched it! It's because of that little witch that my daddy doesn't want me and my mommy anymore. My sister is gone too; she can't play with me anymore. I hate that little witch so much!"

"You're so smart, Fleur! You snatched her bag and even complained to the teacher. I saw her going into the teacher's office just now! She's definitely being scolded. Hehe..."

"This bag looks so pretty. I like it too. But my mommy said it's not sold anywhere..."

Seeing a few children coming out from afar, Taylor exclaimed excitedly inside the car, "Zayn, she's out!"

"Is she? But the hair; looks kind of

different, no? Taylor pointed to the photo, obviously impetuous. "Children grow so fast that they change every day! Besides,

Photoshop! Hairstyles will che

too! Look at this bag. No one else has the same one as hers! Look at all of them; she's carrying it in all of the photos!"

"Touche!"

Seeing that all the children were dressed identically, only their hairstyles and bags different, Zayn nodded, then the two put on their gray wigs before getting out of the car.