Chapter 338

Viktor shot Dmitri a warning glare before growling, "Don't even think about it. Keep your hands to yourself and stick to the client's instructions!"

Dmitri pouted, irritation flashing in his eyes.

"I was just making an observation. What a waste."

To everyone's surprise, Ivan nodded in agreement. "Yeah."

Viktor and Dmitri both turned to stare at him, eyebrows raised.

Ivan finished preparing the syringe, tapping the needle lightly before standing. "I'll administer the injection."

"Ivan." Viktor stopped him with a firm tone.

"Don't overdo it. If you kill her by accident, we won’t have anything to show the client."

Ivan gave a curt nod and strode toward Evelyn’s room. He pushed the door open, his gaze landing on the woman lying motionless on the bed.

She had the delicate frame typical of an Asian woman, yet her curves were undeniable. Her bare arms, pale as porcelain, rested limply at her sides. She didn’t seem to have stirred yet.

He moved to the bedside, flicking on the lamp before studying her face. Setting the tray down on the nightstand, he perched on the edge of the mattress. His fingers trailed lightly over her leg, sliding upward with deliberate slowness. His throat tightened as his eyes followed the path of his hand, stopping just before reaching a forbidden area. His fingers twitched, frozen mid-air.

"Don't move."

A blade pressed against his ribs, sharp enough to slice through fabric and into skin before he even registered the movement.

Evelyn—who should have been unconscious—was now wide awake, her restraints undone.

"Who are you?" she demanded coldly, sitting up with lethal grace.

Ivan smirked but stayed silent.

In a flash, he twisted, fingers aiming for her slender throat.

He ignored her threat.

It didn’t matter how she’d woken up or freed herself. A woman her size shouldn’t have been a problem for someone like him.

But reality struck hard.

Evelyn dodged his grasp, ducked low, and spun behind him in one fluid motion.

Before he could react, the knife was at his throat, its edge biting into his skin. Ivan’s expression darkened, his earlier confidence crumbling.

Even behind his glasses, the shock was unmistakable.

How could this petite woman overpower him so effortlessly? He’d been in this business for years.

He’d underestimated her—but his counterattack should have been foolproof.

"Answer me!" Evelyn’s voice was ice.

The blade pressed deeper, drawing a thin line of blood. One more ounce of pressure, and it would slice through flesh.

"Who..." Ivan swallowed hard.

"Who are you?"

It finally clicked why the client had insisted on heavy sedation and restraints.

But the realization had come too late.