Chapter 178: The Deadly Gamble

Ezra paced the hotel room, his jaw clenched tight enough to strain the muscles in his face. His usually immaculate suit was wrinkled from hours of wear, and his tie hung loose around his neck. His mind raced as he waited; every second that passed without an update made him more impatient. He rubbed his temples, trying to calm the storm brewing inside him. His narrowed eyes flicked to the door as it creaked open. The man who entered was tall, with a wiry frame and sharp features. His dark hair was slicked back, and he wore a leather jacket that barely rustled as he moved. Spear, the assassin Ezra had hired to take care of a problem named Nova. "You’re late," Ezra snapped. Spear shrugged, unfazed by the hostility in Ezra's tone. "Traffic," he replied coolly, his voice a low rumble. He took a seat opposite Ezra, his expression unreadable. Ezra's nostrils flared, and he resisted the urge to slam his fist on the table. Instead, he leaned forward, his eyes narrowing further. "I’m not pay