Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 1167:

Cedric was nothing more than a regular businessman. It wouldn’t be hard.noveldrama

It was just a matter of how long Daniela could protect him.

Even the most skilled make mistakes. When the moment came, a single bullet would suffice.

Hamilton replied, “If he does die, it will just show he’s unworthy of being the heir to the McCoy family. My eldest son needs to go through something like this.”

Ghost replied, “Understood.”

Meanwhile, Cedric’s phone buzzed with a text from Mose.

“Boss, Ghost from the McCoy family is here.”

Cedric glanced at Daniela, who was lounging on the sofa, watching TV, and asked, “What’s he here for?”

Mose replied, “Looks like he’s here for you.”

Cedric’s worry grew. “Is he after me or my wife?” This was a pivotal question.

If Ghost came for him, he didn’t mind it.

But if it was Daniela Ghost was after, he would take immediate action to deal with him.

“He’s here for you, but he seems hesitant about something. I don’t get it. It’s just you and Daniela. Why doesn’t Ghost just shoot you in the head?”

Cedric surveyed his surroundings carefully.

His eyes locked onto a perfect vantage point.

It was an ideal spot for a headshot, a perfect hiding place.

Yet Ghost had been in position for at least a day without making a move.

Cedric couldn’t make sense of it.

𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝖈𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩵ℭ𝗈𝗺

Deciding to provoke a reaction, he adjusted his posture, positioning himself more clearly in Ghost’s line of sight.

“Cedric.” Daniela’s voice broke through the stillness.

Cedric spun around. “What is it?”

“Come here for a second.”

Cedric walked over.

Daniela patted the space beside her on the sofa. “Sit here.”

Cedric hesitated but eventually sat down beside her.

As soon as he settled, Daniela resumed watching TV, her attention absorbed in the show, giving no sign she wanted to talk.

Just as Cedric prepared to leave, Daniela spoke again, still facing the TV.

“Stay here and watch TV with me.”

Cedric remained seated, quietly watching the screen.

Another text pinged in.

“Boss, why didn’t Ghost take the shot? Is he scared? Does he know you’re Lone Wolf’s leader?”

Cedric quickly typed back, “He shouldn’t know. I haven’t been involved with Lone Wolf in years.”

Mose questioned, “So what’s he waiting for? What’s he afraid of? Why not just finish it already? What’s his deal?”

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