MR. BILLIONAIRE, HAVE MERCY ON US

CHAPTER 137 attacked

She bent to pick a document that had just fallen from her hands, and the hitman muttered a string of unpleasant words.

Catherine's head popped up after picking the document and entered into her car and began to pull out of the parking lot.

He sat on his motorbike and put on his helmet. Lowly, he revved the engine.

Exhaust fumes escaped from its rear as he pulled out of the area, trailing Catherine's car. He gave a distance between them to avoid being suspected.

Catherine's slender fingers drummed against the steering of the car as she maneuvered to the next lane.

She took a glance at her side mirror and narrowed her eyes.

She swerved into a street nearby sharply, putting her foot down on the accelerator and letting off a light exhaust.

The hit man, not expecting her sudden change in direction, made a turn also into the street she had entered and frowned under his helmet as he could not spot her car again for a moment.

He eyes darted around the dusty road frantically and relaxed when