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I'm not a Killer Chapter 136
"Make, there's bad news!" Mr. Varro called Make-his assistant Daren. "Huh? What kind of bad news, sir?" asked Make. "As of now, Daren hasn't made it to London. I'm worried," said Varro. "Really?" Make was surprised to hear that his master had not arrived in London. "Yes, Make.""Sir, why don't you ask Alan for a favor. I will take you there if necessary," Make suggested and Mr. Varro agreed. Make finished his work first. After that, he rushed to the Davidson Mansion. In just thirty minutes, Make arrived at the mansion. And Varro was ready to leave for Alan's place. "Please, Mr. Varro!" Make opened the car door, respectfully inviting Mr. Varro into the car. Varro nodded and smiled slightly. Varro and Make immediately rushed to the small house on the edge of town, where Alan, a tracking expert who had helped him a lot on previous missions, lived. Not only did he help Mr. Varro, but Alan often helped him as well. Varro and Daren often assigned Alan because of his expertise in fi
I'm not a Killer Chapter 137
Seven o'clock at night! Bryan had just arrived at the base, he stepped into the base with a firm step. His men followed behind.As soon as he entered, Bryan's gaze fell on one of his men who was tied to a rope in the corner of the room. His face was covered in wounds, a sign that Farel had been beaten. "Farel, what's going on?" Bryan asked in a stern voice. "Where's Daren?" he asked. "Sorry, Boss, he... he ran away," Farel said in a weak voice. "WHAT? So, you let him get away?" Bryan asked in a cold voice, his eyes narrowed in anger. He couldn't believe that his enemy had managed to escape. "Sorry, Boss. Daren managed to break his bonds. He attacked me before I realized it. He was... he was so strong that I was defeated," Farel explained, telling his boss the truth. Bryan growled, holding back the anger burning in his chest. "You're incompetent! How could you let our prisoner escape?" Bryan scolded.Later, Leorio checked the listening devices in this room. Apparently, it had be
I'm not a Killer Chapter 138
The evening atmosphere at the Davidson Mansion was tense as Daren and Farel arrived with their faces covered in bruises. Make and a few of Daren's men joined them. They were immediately greeted by the servant who swiftly opened the door and let them in."Servant, immediately treat the wounds on Young Master Daren and Farel's faces," Make ordered firmly."Yes, sir," the servant replied as he bowed respectfully and immediately left to fetch the medical equipment.Daren sat on the living room sofa with a face full of exhaustion, while Farel leaned against the wall, enduring the pain.A few minutes later, the waiter arrived with the first aid kit and began cleaning and treating the wounds on Daren and Farel's faces. "You two are in really bad shape. What exactly happened?" asked Make as he watched the waiter work.Daren just let out a long sigh. "We'll discuss it later, Make. For now, the important thing is to make sure there are no internal injuries."Not long after, the doctor that Mak
I'm not a Killer Chapter 139
Daren returned to the mansion, where his father was accompanied by a nurse. Daren's condition was still not fully recovered, so he also needed rest. Even his work at the office was still handled by Make. "Farel, have you contacted your son and wife?" Daren asked Farel who was sitting at the back of the mansion near the swimming pool. Farel turned his head when he heard Daren's voice questioning his son and wife. "You forgot, Daren? I don't have a cell phone anymore. How can I contact my children and wife?!" said Farel. The mansion did have a sat phone, but Farel hadn't memorized his wife's contacts. That's what made it difficult for Farel to communicate with his family. Daren understood Farel's predicament. Daren would keep Farel in his mansion before Make got a luxury house for Farel that was located not far from Davidson's branch company in Rome. "Okay! Where is your home address, Farel? Let my men pick up your wife and kids!" Daren asked. Farel then gave the address of hi
I'm not a Killer Chapter 140
Daren forced himself into the office this afternoon, though. Daren sat in his work chair. He stared out the window, thinking about his upcoming meeting with Mr. Yamamoto, a famous Japanese businessman. Mike, knocked on the door and entered with a file in his hand."Mr. Daren, Mr. Yamamoto has arrived. Are you ready to meet?" asked Mike in a calm voice.Daren nodded, "Let's meet him in the meeting room. Make sure all the cooperation documents are ready."Mike followed Daren out of the office and into the conference room. Inside the room, Mr. Yamamoto was waiting with a friendly smile on his face. After shaking hands and introducing themselves, they sat down at the long conference table."Mr. Yamamoto, thank you for coming and being willing to work with the Davidson Group," Daren said politely. "I really appreciate your decision to cancel the contract with Bryan's company. This is a big step for us."Mr. Yamamoto smiled slightly, "Daren, this decision was made based on a thorough evalua
I'm not a Killer Chapter 141
The night sky hung with an aura of tension. Daren stood on the balcony of his palatial mansion, staring into the distance with a sharp gaze. Behind him, Make stood with his arms folded."Young master, the report from our men has arrived," Make said in a calm yet firm voice."Just tell me... ""Farel's daughter and Farel's wife Aneeta have been kidnapped by Bryan's men. They were ambushed on the way. Our men were beaten to a pulp!" reported Make. "Damn it!" cursed Daren. Daren clenched his fists, Bryan wasn't just any enemy. Daren had to be more careful."Make, we need to take action before it's too late!" said Daren. "Young master, what's your plan?" asked Make.Daren turned around, his eyes blazing with anger. "I'll track down Bryan's base-where his son and wife Farel are kept. I will gather stronger and better trained men. I'm going to attack Bryan, he's gone too far." said Daren with no more patience. Make nodded. "I will organize the preparations immediately, young master.""D
I'm not a Killer Chapter 142
One week later... The International Airport, amidst the crowds, Make stood quietly, watching over Farel, Aneeta, and Aneeta and Farel's four-year-old daughter. The flight to Rome, Italy, was about to depart."Everything ready, Farel?" asked Make, making sure all preparations had been made.Farel nodded while holding Aneeta's hand. "Yes, Make. Thank you for everything. I don't know how to repay the kindness of Daren and you guys."Make smiled slightly. "Daren just wants to make sure you're safe and have a better life. A mansion, two million dollars, a fancy car, and a decent job at one of Davidson's company branches in Rome await you there," Make explained. For Daren, it was nothing compared to the information he got from Farel. Not only that, Farel had saved Daren's life, if not for Farel, Daren might have died at Bryan's hands. Aneeta smiled with emotion. "We are very grateful, Make. This is more than we ever dreamed of."Aneeta already knew everything, Farel had told his wife eve
I'm not a Killer Chapter 143
Varro had been transferred to the Davidson Mansion. For his father's safety, Daren had made his father's room into an infirmary. In fact, Daren also hired two nurses and a doctor to stay at the mansion until his father's condition was fully recovered. Although Varro's condition had stabilized, he had yet to open his eyes. "Make sure the security of the house here is really maintained. I don't want to be missed again until my father becomes a victim," Daren told the bodyguards and servants assigned to work at the mansion. "Yes, young master!" They respectfully obeyed the young master's orders. Daren immediately went to see Naumi, surely she would want to hear about her father-in-law. Daren returned to his father's nurse's room upstairs. He used the elevator to get up there, which was on the third floor. In the ward, there were two nurses and a male doctor. They would stay in the room, Daren didn't want them to let their guard down. All the necessities had been taken care of. All