Chapitre 120: Chapter 120

On an airplane en route to her first mission for the military, and her first kill.

Despite her trepidation over the mission, Anastasia had to hand it to the general, he and the ones piloting this scheme hadn't spared any expense when it came to keeping their cover intact. From the private jet owned by the fake weapons corporation to the clothing and gadgets she and Seth were outfitted with, everything was top-notch quality.

It made slipping into the role of rich trophy wife and the son of an arms dealer that much easier. Even if Seth seemed determined to treat everything like a game.

Kicking back in casual linen trousers, his white shirt partially unbuttoned, his tie askew, and dangling a half-full champagne glass, Seth appeared the epitome of rich playboy. "Relax, gorgeous. Pour yourself a drink."

She shook her head. "No thanks. I'd prefer to remain clear headed for our mission."