It was rumored that Poppy had a tattoo of a flower on her shoulder. He wanted to find out.

Almost at the same time as he stretched out his hand, Hannah suddenly opened her eyes.

She screamed, shouted rascal, and kicked down his abdomen.

She thought, "If you dare to grab my chest, I will kill you."

Bernard cursed in a low voice and quickly stretched out his hand to hold her ankle. A refreshing warm and cool touch came over him, and his eyes dimmed a bit.

The next second, he leaned over again, as if to grab her shoulder.

Hannah's eyes turned cold, and she rushed toward him directly.

Then, the two fell hard to the ground, and Bernard directly became a mat.

...

This damned woman!

Hannah licked her lips, lay on his body, poked again, then grinned and said, "Hey, this seems to feel pretty good, the muscles are strong, and it feels really good to the touch."

...

The veins on Bernard's forehead popped out.

Was he molested by a woman?

After suppressing the anger in his abdomen, he reached out to her back again.

Hannah hummed and wondered if he still not gave up.

Fine!

Anyway, he had already touched her. So she didn't care about it anymore.

She hugged him, directly covering his thin lips, and crushed him a few times, successfully distracting his attention.

Bernard was stunned for two seconds. A cold killing intent flashed in his eyes, and then he pushed her away abruptly.

Then, he grabbed her shoulder again.

Hannah rolled on the ground, dodging his hand.

At this time, there was a report from outside the door, "Bernard, we found a woman with a poppy tattoo on her shoulder in the swimming pool, do you want to go and have a look?"

Bernard got up awkwardly, took off his suit jacket with a look of disgust, threw it on Hannah's face, and strode out.

Hannah was a little speechless.

As for what?

Was she poisonous?

The shirt was also stained with her smell, why didn't he take it off together?

Thinking of the assassination mission, she didn't bother to care about it and quickly jumped up from the ground.

She did come to kill people, but not to kill Cyril, but to kill...

Now Bernard was all focused on protecting Cyril, she could kill that man quietly.

Raising her hand slightly, she tore off the thin mask on her face, revealing a delicate face.

After a while, she changed her face again. This face looked like a waiter in Funtime Nightclub. She could use this appearance to leave the club.

Half an hour later.

Newman Hotel.

Inside the presidential suite.

A bloody storm swept past.

In the next second, the breathing sounds in the room stopped abruptly.

The scarlet blood meandered along the smooth floor, drawing a beautiful pattern of flowers, which was shocking.

A moment later, a burst of terrified screams resounded in every corner of the hotel.

"Mr. Jason in the presidential suite was assassinated."

In an instant, the whole hotel was in chaos.

On the open-air balcony in the southwest, Hannah glanced back at the noisy hotel behind her, and a wicked smile appeared on her coquettish red lips.

She thought, "Jason, your life was ruined in the hands of me, the world's number one female killer, and you deserved it."

"Notify all the security guards, immediately block the entire hotel, and never allow anyone, including any flies and mosquitoes, to go out."

"Yes."

The woman on the balcony raised her eyebrows and smiled.

In the next second, she jumped up into the air, and she disappeared into the bushes in the garden.

Ten minutes later.

General Manager's Office of Hicks Group.

The sliding door was slammed open. A bodyguard in black rushed in from the outside.

"Cyril, something happened. Mr. Jason is dead, and the confidential documents he had have disappeared."

"What?" Cyril jumped up from the chair, and said with a trembling voice, "You! What did you say? Say it again."

"Cyril, Mr. Jason died, and the confidential documents disappeared."

Cyril's legs softened. And he fell back into the chair again, murmuring, "It's over. Bernard handed Jason over to me to take care of him, now that he's dead. Bernard's confidential documents are also lost. He'll kill me."

The bodyguard hesitated for a moment, and asked bravely, "Then, do you want to tell Bernard about this?"