Blake Diamond Volkovn

The gala was held in one of the city's most exclusive ballrooms. Businesspeople, heirs, politicians, and high-society families gathered that evening for a lavish private auction.

Blake Diamond Volkov was there on business. He had spent most of the evening dealing with family matters and barely paid attention to the guests.

Until he heard a name.

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Blake had heard of her before. He knew she was a notorious assassin within certain circles, though her true identity remained carefully concealed. Months ago, he had ordered a discreet investigation, but the investigators had found virtually nothing. This had irritated him, but he eventually decided to drop the matter.

Actually, the fact that no one could find her also suited her.

As long as only he knew of its existence, he had an advantage.

That's why he never mentioned his name to anyone.

But that night, he finally saw her.

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Blake watched her for a few seconds.

It was different from what I had imagined.

She didn't look like a murderer.

She looked like an elegant woman who had simply come to enjoy a luxurious night.

Then their eyes met.

Blake held his eyes for a few moments and a small smile appeared on his face, highlighting his mesmerizing dimples.

For the first time, the woman he had been unable to find was standing in front of him.

I didn't know much about her.

But now he could discover it for himself.

He placed his glass on the table, adjusted his jacket over his shoulder, and began walking towards her.

The auction was about to begin.

And Blake had just found something far more interesting than any object in the room.