As for Giovanni, he looked utterly content.
My phone buzzed again. The caller ID displayed that familiar unknown number.
"The black-market evidence chain is complete. Target for this operation: Lianna, female, 28 years old."
"Over the past six months, 12 cadavers have been sent to her secret lab without any proper documentation."
I gazed at the city lights outside the window and calmly replied, "I guarantee the mission will be completed on time."
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The next day, Giovanni followed me to the dissection room.
He was acting oddly today—clinging to me like a shadow.
As I organized materials, he volunteered to sort the documents.
When I cleaned the instruments, he eagerly handed me cleaning supplies and clothes.
Even when I went to the restroom, he waited outside the door.
Just as I was reaching my limit, Giovanni leaned against me like a spoiled puppy, brushing his shoulder against mine.
"Honey, I want to stay by your side forever."
"You’re the love of my life. I can’t live without you."
I turned away coldly, trying to break free from his embrace, but Giovanni held me even tighter.