Out Of The Shadows Tilda’s Brilliant Second Life novel Chapter 475

Chapter 475 Friends, Not Lovers

Friendship is just friendship.

It can’t be forced into something more.

And it shouldn’t be mistaken for love.

That wouldn’t be fair to Tilda. And it wouldn’t be fair to Andy either.

“Alright, let me make this clear,” Andy said. “Tilda, if that scumbag ever hurts you, you’d better

tell me!

“You break up with him right away. I swear, I’ll risk my life to make him pay.”

Andy clenched his fists. His bright blue eyes burned with fire, and even his pale face seemed to glow with color.

Tilda gave him a small smile. “I’ll remember your promise. Please take good care of me, my knight.”

Night fell.

In a shabby roadside motel, a tall man climbed the narrow stairwell.

He stood six feet tall, weighed about 170 pounds, and wore a heavy winter coat with a hood. pulled low.

His hands stayed buried in his pockets, but his eyes flashed with sharp light, like a hidden blade ready to strike.

He reached the third floor and stopped at Room 305.

After checking that no one had broken in, he unlocked the door and stepped inside.

He scanned the room, checked the hidden tripwires he’d set, and studied the camera feed. Everything was untouched. Quiet as usual.

Today was another peaceful day.

He dropped his backpack on the bed, walked out to the tiny balcony, and lit a cigarette.

He had been following Tilda for days now. From what he saw, her life was plain and simple.

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She ate, drank, and went out for fun.

Nothing more.

She looked no different from any carefree college kid on break.

But that didn’t explain why the Bells were willing to pay such a fortune for her head.

If killing Tilda were really that easy, the organization could make a fortune.

But was this world champion really as simple as she seemed?

Especially Andy, the guy who’d been spending time with Tilda lately.

Even his boss wouldn’t dare to mess with him.

Anyone who ran in his circle wasn’t ordinary.

He kept thinking Tilda wasn’t as plain as she looked..

As he finished his cigarette, he reached for his phone to send today’s report through Skin’s encrypted channel.

A cold dagger touched the back of his neck.

The chilly sensation froze him.

His heart dropped.

Impossible!

He’d checked every corner, every wire, every trap.

How did someone slip in?

How had they avoided all the lines he’d set?

This person didn’t leave a single trace behind.

escape.

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