"Go take a shower first, the smell of blood on you is unbearable." Hugo Quinn pushed her away, but Eleanor Hollis refused, taking the rare opportunity to act coy and deliberately rubbed against him a little more. "You think I smell bad? I’m going to rub this smell all over you to make you dislike me." A hint of laughter flashed in Hugo Quinn’s eyes as he pinched her cheek. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 "I don’t dislike it, but you must find it uncomfortable too. Go shower quickly, or you’ll have to go to the police station ." Eleanor Hollis finally nodded and immediately headed to the bathroom upstairs. After showering and changing her clothes, she came out to find the police had arrived at the villa and were taking away the bullet-riddled car. Eleanor Hollis also went to give her statement. As soon as she stepped in, the officers inside greeted her familiarly. "Miss Hollis, you’re here again. What’s the matter today?" Eleanor Hollis blushed, realizing that they all recognized her. She greeted them awkwardly, then sat in front of one of the officers. Whatever the officer asked, she answered. In the end, they even shook hands. "Miss Hollis, please be careful when you go out next time. We’re still investigating that man’s identity. Several innocent people died last night; you’re really lucky." Eleanor Hollis responded perfunctorily and finally went home with Hugo Quinn. However, she was puzzled. Since Hugo knew the man’s name, why didn’t he tell the police? Hugo Quinn held her close and, smelling the scent of her body wash, felt a bit comforted. "Eleanor, it’s not that I don’t want to tell them. There are many things in this world that ordinary people can’t comprehend, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist. That man’s identity is beyond the understanding of ordinary people." Eleanor Hollis was intrigued by his words, wondering what kind of identity that could be. "Do you know anything about elite assassins?" Hugo Quinn suddenly spoke, holding her tightly. Eleanor Hollis turned her head. The title sounded ominous—was he a professional killer? But in such peaceful times, were there really people living on the edge like that? "The people they target are all notable, including wealthy businessmen, entrepreneurs, and even national leaders. Internationally, there are common assassins, above them are top-tier assassins, and above top-tier assassins are elite assassins. The payment buyers offer varies with each level. They deal in this kind of killing business, which is why I told you that man from last night is not someone to mess with." Eleanor Hollis shuddered; she really hadn’t expected that she had inadvertently crossed paths with such a man. "But he didn’t seem to have any traits of an assassin; he didn’t exude any killing aura." "A real assassin wouldn’t have a killing aura. If they did, wouldn’t everyone be on alert against them? Truly skilled assassins blend in like ordinary people and are even more unnoticeable." Eleanor Hollis nodded and, seeing the car start, snuggled into his embrace like boneless jelly. "So, was the man I met last night an elite assassin?" Hugo Quinn denied, suddenly lowering his head to look into her eyes. "He is The King of Assassins, the king among all elite assassins." Eleanor Hollis’s scalp tingled as fear washed over her. If elite assassins were already that formidable, how much more so would The King of Assassins be? "But he was in a rather sorry state last night..." He didn’t seem like The King of Assassins at all. Hugo Quinn’s lips curved into a smile, gently resting his chin on her shoulder. "Because last night, assassins from Europe came to kill him, and they sent over thirty elite assassins. Anyone else wouldn’t have been able to entangle with them for so long. The fact that he could escape and then find you means he’s already extremely capable." Eleanor Hollis clicked her tongue in surprise, realizing she had saved such an impressive figure. "Helping him was a good deed. He’s notoriously ambiguous; he kills what displeases him and spares what he favors. It’s said he’s never been defeated until now; this might be the first time he’s been saved by someone. If someone bribes an assassin from that side to come for you in the future, this favor will serve as your best protection." Eleanor Hollis remained silent, still in shock. The car finally stopped in front of the villa, and she got out with Hugo Quinn. Marcus was in the garden planting flowers and waved his trowel excitedly when he saw them return. "Mommy, I’m planting flowers here. Next spring, there will be a whole patch of flowers." Rarely had Marcus shown such enthusiasm, so Eleanor Hollis let go of Hugo Quinn’s hand and ran over. A few servants were also helping nearby, planting clusters of flowers and grass into the ground. The garden was already beautiful, meticulously maintained by the servants, but if Marcus wanted to tinker here, they could only assist. "Mommy, can I plant a bunch of roses for you?" Marcus’s face was covered in dirt, as he bent over and eagerly shoveled soil. Hugo Quinn stood not far away watching, finding the scene incredibly heartwarming. He watched as Eleanor Hollis gently bent down to wipe the dirt from Marcus’s face, her gaze becoming even more tender. Oftentimes, he thought Marcus and Eleanor Hollis were like mother and daughter. No one else gave off that impression, only Eleanor Hollis and the child aligned so perfectly. He saw a servant approaching with a watering can and quickly reached out to say. The servant was flustered with surprise; he’d been there for almost three years, and Mr. Quinn had never spoken to him before, yet suddenly he had today. He could only dumbly hand over the watering can, standing nervously to the side. Hugo Quinn took the can and moved to join Eleanor Hollis and Marcus, watering the recently planted flowers and grass. "Dad, you’re going to help too? That’s great." Marcus said excitedly, continuing to enthusiastically shovel soil, his rear end sticking up high. The surrounding servants watched the scene, unable to help but feel envious. Who said there wasn’t genuine love in wealthy families? Over the past days, they had seen how Mr. Quinn treated Miss Hollis; just because Miss Hollis wanted to see jellyfish, Mr. Quinn had an entire wall dismantled and planned to convert it into an aquarium. Mr. Quinn hardly ever spoke much, but as long as he was with Miss Hollis, it was as if he became a different person. If this wasn’t love, what was it? "Ah! Dad, you spilled water on my pants leg." Marcus screamed, looking at Hugo Quinn with mock anger. Hugo Quinn’s hand paused; it was his first time doing this, so it was normal to make a mistake, but being scolded by the kid was a little embarrassing. "Marcus, your dad didn’t do it on purpose. See how much he cares for you? This is probably his first time doing something ." Marcus’s expression changed; embarrassed, he scratched his head, realizing he shouldn’t blame his dad.