Ellen Candi's face looked somewhat complicated as she gazed at the set of keys in front of her. After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "Have you been following me all along?"
"It's just that we happened upon your information," the young man smiled, shoving the keys into her hand, "You should rest for now. I'll inform Young Master Smith shortly."
Having said this, he turned around and left.
Ellen stood there, watching the man gradually disappear from view, along with the surrounding clamor.
She took a gentle breath, glanced down at the keys in her hand, opened the apartment door in front of her, and walked inside.
It was an ordinary apartment, decorated with warmth and randomness. The thick yellow curtains were drawn, and the light from the doorway cast the entire interior into a subdued and quiet darkness.
For a moment, she felt like she was just a white-collar worker coming home late from work, rather than an assassin on the run.
