The man crossed the street and walked into the café, finding an empty table to sit at. He appeared like any ordinary customer.
As he sat down, the tip of a knife accidentally poked out from his sleeve, but he quickly concealed it. In his haste, he accidentally cut his finger. The wound wasn’t deep or long, and he paid it no mind.
It was his first time killing someone, and he had indeed been nervous. But now, he clenched his fist firmly.
All he had to do now was wait for Annabelle to be alone. Once she was by herself, he would strike without mercy. He would not hesitate.
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On Annabelle's side, Linda took an envelope containing ten thousand in cash from her bag and pushed it across the table toward Annabelle.
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