Chapter 175 Chapter 175
The morning sun rose lazily over the city, casting a golden hue over the tall buildings. Nathaniel stepped out of the mansion dressed neatly in a dark blue suit, holding his briefcase in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.
Cassandra stood by the door, forcing a smile as she waved him goodbye.
“Have a good day, darling,” she said sweetly, hiding the storm that brewed in her heart.
Nathaniel gave her a faint smile. “Thanks. I’ll be home before dinner.”
He got into his car and started the engine. The sound of it made Cassandra’s heart pound — but not out of love. She stood there, pretending to wave until the car disappeared down the street.
The moment he was gone, her smile vanished.
Her phone buzzed in her hand.
Rico: I’m watching him.
Cassandra typed back quickly.
Cassandra: Don’t mess this up. Make it clean.
Rico’s reply came instantly.
Rico: I know what I’m doing.
Meanwhile, Nathaniel drove through the city streets, unaware that a pair of sharp eyes was following him from a distance. Rico sat in an old black car, his baseball cap pulled low and his jaw tight.
He had done many dirty jobs before — but this one was different. This was a rich man, a public figure. Still, money was money.
Nathaniel soon arrived at his office building — a tall, glass-walled tower that reflected the sky. He parked his sleek silver car in his usual spot and walked briskly toward the entrance, greeting a few staff on his way in.
As soon as Nathaniel disappeared inside, Rico moved.
He got out of his car, glancing around carefully. The parking lot was quiet, the security guards distracted at the front gate.
Rico opened the trunk of his car and pulled out a small black bag filled with tools — a wrench, a cutter, and a pair of gloves.
He whistled softly as he walked toward Nathaniel’s car. “Easy job, easy cash,” he muttered.
Reaching the car, he crouched down near the front tire and glanced around once more. Then, he slid under the vehicle and began working quickly.
His gloved hands moved fast and steady. He found the brake line and sliced it clean with a sharp tool, the fluid dripping silently onto the ground.
A cruel grin crossed his face. “There. One wrong move, and you’re gone, Mr. Steele.”
He pulled himself back up, wiped his hands on a cloth, and closed his bag.
Just as he turned to leave, one of the company drivers came out, whistling and talking on his phone. Rico pretended to check his own car’s tire until the man walked past.
Then, without hesitation, he got back into his car and drove off, blending into the busy traffic.
Inside the office, Nathaniel sat behind his desk, focused on a pile of documents. He had no idea that death was waiting for him the moment he started his car again.
Hours passed. Cassandra texted Rico again.
Cassandra: Is it done?
Rico: Yes. By the time he drives home, he won’t make it alive.
Cassandra’s lips curved into a cold smile. She stood by her window, staring into the afternoon sky.
“This is what happens when you cross me, Nathaniel,” she whispered.
Back at the office, Nathaniel was still busy signing papers and attending meetings. Everything felt normal, peaceful even. He laughed with his assistant at one point, looking happier than he had in days.
But fate was already waiting outside in the parking lot — silent, deadly, and ready to strike.
As the clock hit 5 p.m., Nathaniel stretched and picked up his keys.
“Finally done,” he said to himself, walking out of his office.
The sun had started to set, painting the sky with shades of orange and red. He smiled faintly, thinking about going home early for once.
He had no idea that every step he took toward his car was leading him closer to danger.
The story ended with the sound of his car door closing — and the faint glimmer of brake fluid dripping beneath the tire.