Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 9.9. She'll be a good child.

—Hotel, second floor—

The sun gradually sets in the west.

When He Ye woke up again, it was already afternoon. The orange sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden glow and filling the room with warm light. She had never had such a sweet dream in her life—it soothed her nerves, relaxed her muscles, and she was completely immersed in that hazy feeling.

"An unfamiliar ceiling... no..."

Rubbing her heavy head, He Ye sat up and murmured:

"Isn't this a hotel? When did I get back here?"

If I remember correctly, he should have been vomiting at some alleyway entrance—because of the St. Mars Welfare Home incident.

Moreover, the timing is incorrect. It's almost sunset, at least 6 PM... but when he left the St. Mas Welfare Home, it was at most 11 AM.

The fragmented thoughts recalled the cause and effect,

Soon, He Ye realized what was going on.

He was drugged.

stretch.

Realizing this, He Ye's expression turned tense. If she remembered correctly, she had fainted after taking Nicole's handkerchief, so why would Nicole drug her? — She had even heard Nicole calling her name urgently before she fainted.

'Grandpa Leon! Whoosh!'

It sounds like something out of a funeral.

It's clear that she herself was also surprised.

Ke Heye knew that many accidents in the world often had clues behind them—he slowly rubbed his head, and a bad thought surfaced in his mind: Nicole's weak and helpless appearance was actually accompanied by a handkerchief that could knock people down; this combination was dangerous enough.

However, since he was now in a hotel, instead of being stripped naked and lying on the cold floor of some alleyway, it meant that his guess was not true.

"Hey, Nicole—Nicole Griffith, are you here?"

He Ye, holding his heavy head, sat on the bed and called out her name. The hotel room wasn't big, so his voice could be heard from any corner of the room.

Sad news... No response.

The speculation seems to be becoming a reality.

He Ye suddenly felt bitter. He remembered that guy sneaking off in a hoodie this morning and leaving in a hurry, and the suspicious fact that he deliberately stayed up all night last night.

In fact, he has always been very vigilant, but last night's experience was heartbreaking, so he overlooked the true purpose of the girl who was bothering him.

Besides honey traps, this era also sees despicable and low-class theft.

Thinking of this, He Ye completely lost control.

"Can't people be this unlucky?"

"No no no no……"

He took a deep breath to calm himself down. This was all just his deduction; reality might not unfold this way. He didn't want his kindness to be wasted in the sewers.

First, she quickly rolled out of bed and looked for her suitcase. He Ye confirmed that the most expensive item inside had not been stolen.

The leather-bound diary is still there.

"so far so good."

Then, he absentmindedly began checking the other items.

A pistol, small props, an ID card, well-fitting clothes, a travel guide to country A, and a wedding invitation that he inexplicably left behind—that was all he had in his suitcase.

Despite signs that the items had been rummaged through, nothing was missing.

Nicole Griffiths did not steal anything from He Ye's suitcase.

Perhaps she's a good girl… He Ye thought sentimentally, feeling a sense of relief. He remembered her happy smile, her innocent words, and how she clung to him like a cheerful squirrel when they stood shoulder to shoulder under the bright sunshine. He understood that often, environment shapes a person's character.

Nicole didn't want to be a thief. The short time she spent with him should have made her change her mind—otherwise, she should have packed up her suitcase and left the house empty-handed.

"So... no effort was wasted, right?"

He Ye muttered to himself, despite the subtle and abrupt ending, despite not being able to let her embrace a new life, his actions at least saved a child who was teetering on the edge of crime.

He Ye is right.

Turning back, I suddenly noticed the dress on the bedside table.

stunned.

It was folded neatly and placed on top. The white dress had been hanging on the wall of the clothing store not long ago. It was the dress that He Ye had bought for Nicole that morning, and Nicole had worn it and twirled gracefully in front of her.

There was also a note left on it.

She really would be a good child—He Ye's eyes softened when she saw the dress—she didn't take anything with her, and she knew that her actions were a disservice to He Ye.

It must be like this.

I slowly walked over and picked up the note.

The handwriting looked like it had been chewed by a dog; it was the result of a child with only a basic education trying their best to write, but He Ye could still read it clearly.

"Dear Grandpa Leon, I will no longer be by your side when you see this. I'm so sorry I couldn't say goodbye in person, but I really didn't mean to make you faint with a handkerchief smeared with benzoin! —Whoosh!"

After briefly reading the first paragraph, He Ye understood that this was an apology, but he would not blame a child who had gone astray for these things.

"You are such a good person, the best person I have ever met. I could never do anything to hurt you."

See, kindness can still change others.

"So I borrowed your wallet."

...?
wrong.

"Today is the last day of the week, and I have to pay back the money, otherwise I'll be arrested and thrown in jail for credit issues! You know how terrible that is! So, I'll borrow the 18,675 kronor in your wallet for now. Thank you for your generosity!"

Oh my god...

He Ye's fingers, gripping the note, stiffened, and his expression froze, because this was not what he had expected.

After a long silence, unsure of what expression to make, He Ye decided to continue reading, because there was one last message on the paper.

"Please come to Big Bird's Bar tomorrow, right where we met! I'll return all your money then! Not a single coin will be missing!"

"Nicole Griffiths, who always keeps her word—stay!"

"..."

Alright alright.

He Ye slowly put down the note.

He sat on the edge of the bed, deep in thought like a sculpture of a thinker, trying to reach some conclusion.

But a minute passed, then two minutes.

He Ye knew he couldn't sit here and judge whether Nicole was good or bad. He sighed with mixed feelings, realizing he had to go to the Big Bird Bar to get his money back, since she said she would return it and that she had only borrowed it.

She had her reasons.

That's all He Ye could think.

It's clear from her words that she's only distressed by the fact that she borrowed the money.

(End of this chapter)