"F, we've located the woman you've been searching for," reported Number 83 as he entered Ms. Chankimha's office.
Freen, dressed in a scarlet suit, swiveled her chair to face her guard, eager to hear the good news.
"However, she will be getting married in two weeks. Our spy informs us that her mother won't be attending the wedding ceremony. I apologize," 83 said, bowing his head.
Freen bit her lip and rose from her chair, walking closer to the guard. He trembled nervously as Freen placed her hands on his shoulders and flashed a smirk.
"Who is the bride-to-be?" she asked in a low voice. "Eliminate the groom and bring Becky to me."
"F, the groom is innocent and has no connection to the bride's mother. Wouldn't it be better to eliminate the daughter instead?" he suggested.
The question ignited a fiery rage within Freen. She hadn't expected such a proposal, especially from someone of his lowly status, who could easily be swayed by money.
"Do as I say," she commanded sharply. "And do not even think about laying a finger on her. If you do, you'll meet your end."