She seemed pretty popular on Weibo, probably suffered quite a bit from Eleanor Hollis before, otherwise why would she come looking for him here. Feeling quite pleased, he blocked her and then picked up his phone to send a message to Eleanor Hollis. ——This time you really should thank me, that Claire Shaw wanted me to kill you, but I refused. Remember to treat me to a meal. At the end, he added a flying kiss emoji. When Eleanor Hollis saw this message, she almost spat out the water in her mouth. She really doubted if this person was truly The King of Assassins. Shouldn’t The King of Assassins be very cold-hearted? How come he turned so soft and cute with her? However, she indeed should properly thank him, so she quickly replied. ——Sure, I’ll definitely find a time another day to treat you to a big meal. Only then did the man contentedly put down his phone, but on second thought, if Claire Shaw hit a dead end with him, she might look for someone else. After all, he wasn’t the only assassin. ——You have to be careful, she might go to find someone else. I also don’t know how this woman got my contact information, probably someone is directing her. It’s best for you to stay home during this time. Seeing this message, Eleanor Hollis felt warm inside. At least this person truly remembered her life-saving grace, otherwise, he wouldn’t have so kindly given her so many reminders. ——Got it, I won’t be going out for now, so you’ll probably have to wait a while for your meal. Eleanor Hollis set down her phone, thinking she’d still have to talk to Hugo Quinn about this matter. With that in mind, she went upstairs. Hugo Quinn was tutoring Marcus in his homework, and when he saw her coming, he put down the book in his hand. "Mommy, come see the homework I did." Marcus tilted his head up and handed her the Chinese essay he wrote today. Eleanor Hollis saw that the title was "My Dad," instantly became interested, took the homework book, and carefully looked through it. She finally understood why Hugo Quinn seemed in such a good mood tonight, as the entire essay was all about how amazing his dad is. She glanced at Hugo Quinn, and sure enough, saw the smile that he couldn’t hide, then sighed. "Marcus, you did a great job. Now you do your homework while I have a quiet word with your dad." Marcus had a look on his face that said "I understand" and waved his little hand. "Go ahead, go ahead, I’ll rest after finishing my homework." Hugo Quinn stood up and followed Eleanor Hollis, holding her hand and then giving it a playful squeeze. "Claire Shaw went to the man I saved last time; she wants me dead." Hugo Quinn had initially intended to be affectionate with her, but the moment he heard her words, his expression changed instantly. Eleanor Hollis nodded, tightly pressing her lips together. "He turned down the deal, but I’m worried Claire Shaw will seek someone else." Hugo Quinn suddenly hugged her, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth. "As long as it’s not him, there’s nothing to worry about. The area around the villa is full of my men, you’re very safe." Nesting in his embrace, Eleanor Hollis let out a soft "mm". Although she trusted him, her mood couldn’t help but be affected. Ever since knowing about Claire Shaw’s existence, the woman had been like a persistent fly, seemingly never willing to stop until she was dead. In the following days, she didn’t leave the villa for even a step, spending each day at home watching dramas and waiting for Hugo Quinn and Marcus to return. She had become someone idly living off others. That night, she heard the sound of gunfire outside. She shrank further into Hugo Quinn’s arms, "Is it them?" "Don’t be afraid, nothing will happen." Hugo Quinn said gently, cradling her in his arms. Finally, Eleanor Hollis’s panicked heart calmed down completely. The gunfire outside lasted a while and then fell silent. Clearly, those people hadn’t succeeded in breaching the villa. Lan Yancy lightly called from the doorway, politely knocking on the door. "Do you need a live one?" More than one person had come, and now there was one left alive. "No need, send them to Claire Shaw’s house." Lan Yancy paused, then slowly nodded. This way was also good, it would serve as a lesson to Claire Shaw. That night, the bodies of three men were quietly sent into the Shaw Family’s home, right into Claire Shaw’s room. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚~𝙣𝙚𝙩 When Claire Shaw woke up, she smelled a heavy scent of blood. Upon opening her eyes, she found herself lying face-to-face with a dead body. She screamed in horror, falling off the bed and landing on another dead body. She was so scared she couldn’t make a sound, terrified as she looked at the dead bodies on the bed and the floor. "Claire! Claire, what happened?!" Hearing Claire Shaw’s screams from outside, Felicity Ford quickly unlocked the door with a spare key. Upon seeing the scene in the room, she let out a scream as well. "Mom! Mom, help!! Help!! I don’t know these people, I don’t know them!! Waaah!!" Completely terrified, Claire Shaw stared blankly at the scene, her hands and feet trembling. Felicity Ford fought back her disgust, dragging Claire Shaw out, and the mother and daughter slumped at the doorway. The Shaw Family servants had already heard their voices and quickly came to check on them. Seeing the bodies, some of the more timid ones fainted straight away. "Claire, do you think it was those people?" Felicity Ford had regained her senses and said, her lips trembling. Claire Shaw’s whole body shook, suddenly recalling she indeed bribed three people to assassinate Eleanor Hollis. Now the bodies of those three were lying on her bed. The more she thought about it, the more intensely she trembled. Hugo Quinn was giving her a warning: as long as she dared make any more moves, the next one lying there would be her. "Claire, don’t seek revenge on Eleanor Hollis anymore. Nothing good will come of it; gather yourself and hurry abroad." For real this time, Claire Shaw was scared out of her wits. Her mind was in such a mess, she couldn’t even stand up, just slumped on the floor like that. She had to leave the country, leave right now, get as far away as possible from this demon Hugo Quinn. He’s not even human! Nobody could imagine how devastating it is to wake up to find a corpse in your bed. If Claire Shaw didn’t possess a bit of mental fortitude, she might already have wound up in a mental institution by now. With the help of the maids, she stood up, ordered them to handle the scene, then weakly asked them to pack her belongings. She couldn’t stay even for another moment; she was terrified that Hugo Quinn had other means of revenge, and if something more terrible happened, she would completely break down. At this moment, she truly regretted it. She regretted provoking Eleanor Hollis. If she hadn’t adopted such methods in the first place, her reputation wouldn’t have been ruined, and she wouldn’t have been so frightened this morning. The bodies were swiftly dealt with, and Claire Shaw’s belongings were packed up. She called her grandpa, informing him about her imminent departure overseas. Her grandfather, who had always doted on her, naturally had to come see her at this time.