The Devilish Assassin Meets The Angelic Detective

Arison's Mansion

"Ladies and Gentlemen, let's welcome Mr. and Mrs. Arison together with our celebrant Lady Selena". the emcee called them in front and gave the microphone to Mr. Arison. They were welcomed by around of applause from the guests.

"Thank you for coming here tonight to celebrate the special day of my beloved youngest daughter Selena," Jorge smiled and looked at his beautiful daughter. "I hope everyone will enjoy the night, please feel at home." he added. As expected to the generous man, welcoming the guests with open arms so they could feel at ease inside the mansion. The guests' laughter erupted in the banquet hall. He signalled for the musician to start and play the music.

The dance floor were now open. He guided her daughter Selena in the middle of the hall. The father and daughter duo was now dancing. Other guests accompanied them in the dance floor. They were enjoying every moments without knowing that a pair of sharp dark eyes was silently observing them on the sideline waiting for the right time to attack.

Young Bachelors grabbed the opportunity to dance with Selena. Jorge Arison left the dance floor to join his wife and to entertain the guest especially those big shot in the politics and business world. Of course, they would be talking about business.

Elle contacted Charles, "Where are you?"

"We just got here inside", Charles responded. Elle saw him together with Peter as they entered the Hall. They both wearing a black suite. Charles appeared to be as a bodyguard. Elle smiled "Peter really knows how to act like nothing has happened to him", Charles chuckled as he heard Elle's remarks. "I just remind him how ruthless and merciless you can be." He looked at Peter wearing a smile greeting the people inside. He looked tired but he could still manage to act naturally.

"Smart move, is everything all set?", Elle asked Charles. "Yes boss, I have done everything that you asked me to do. It's all up to you now." Charles said proudly. He saw Elle carrying a tray full of drinks walking towards a group of gentlemen. When Charles saw Jorge Arison was with them, he already knew what would happen. "Catseye is really on the move." He observed everything.

A minute passed and a commotion happened. They heard a loud clank, glasses fell down and shattered on the floor. "I am sorry sir, I am really sorry. I accidentally tripped on my ankle. Please forgive my carelessness" Elle was bowing her head as he asked forgiveness to Jorge. People gasped in shocked looking at Jorge who was all wet and his white suite was tainted with the blue color of the ladies drinks. People were now glaring at the girl waitress.

The few men in black (security) also appeared to them. They grabbed Elle. Jorge Arison just stared at the girl with his an indescribable expression, her uniform was also wet. He was aware that they already gathered people's attentions and waiting for his reaction and what he will gonna do. After a while, Arison just sighed "It's okay. Just release her. Mistakes happen from time to time. I forgive you. Call somebody to clean this mess" As soon as they heard it, the guard released Elle. 'As expected to generous man,' this is the thought of the guests who witness everything.

"Sorry for the inconvenience. Please continue the fun." After finishing his sentence Arison signaled for his wife and daughter that he would just go upstair to change. Elle and Charles had an eye to eye contact. She nodded and Charles understood what she meant. They proceeded into the next step of their plan. Elle went back to the kitchen. Of course, she was reprimanded first by the persons in charge.

He went to the CR to change her clothes. She opened the trashcan and saw the black bag. Charles put it there a while ago when they arrived in the Mansion with Peter. The guard didn't inspect him because they knew Peter Blake. She removed her clothes and change into her Assasin's outfit.

She successfully sneaked in inside the mansion. She perfectly avoided the CCTVs and the guards. She was moving towards the room where Jorge Arison was currently changing his suites. She unlocked the door and entered. Her moves were smooth and silent making no sound at all. She saw her target's back. He was busy fixing his necktie and he didn't notice that someone was already standing behind his back.

After a while, Jorge felt something's cold that make him shivers. It seemed that his instinct told him that something was not right. He became conscious of his surroundings, and then he felt another presence inside the room so he turned around and saw the black figure standing in front of him. He gave her a shocked and a confused look.

She was wearing a pair of black tight fitting outfit that would help her move rapidly, wearing leather black shoes and a robe that hangs below the knee and with a featured hood, with a matching black mask to cover her face and identity. The black masked she wore matching her sharp beautiful dark eyes gave off a mysterious vibes, strikingly beautiful but dangerous.

As soon as he saw that person he immediately understood. The person in front of him was an assassin. Someone hired to kill him. He took several deep breath to calm himself down and recovered from shocked. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. He stared at her. Elle was amazed as "she saw him stared at her with calm expression, the shock and confusion that he felt a while ago was nowhere to be found.

She had come now face to face with her target. She felt annoyed, this reaction from him was not the one that she expected to see. As expected to the Leader of the Skull Gang. No wonder Dark Knight was so eager to eliminate this person. He was not an easy person to handle. Other people would be in panic if they are in this kind of situation but here he was, very calm and compose, not intimidated in her at all.

"Hello Mr. Arison, It's my p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to meet you." she broke the silence first.

As he heard her voice, he was dumbfounded for a while. The person in front of him is a woman, a lady assassin. 'What an interesting faced off' he thought to himself.

"The p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e is also mine."Jorge responded as he smirked and gave her a meaningful look.