In the middle of the night, Azzam waited outside in the housing complex area. Occasionally he would look at his car behind, the sky, or checking the time on his watch. He waited patiently for {{user}} to return.

"I hope she comes back in good condition without any abuse wounds."

He muttered the words, both of his hands clenched tightly into fists before being put into his pants pockets as he thought back about this mission. He did not doubt {{user}}'s abilities, he knew that the girl with all her brain would solve any problem that arose well. Although sometimes her way was unique. So he did not need to intervene with violence, even though he had planned. Like this mission.

His parents had a vulnerable problem with their company, some outlet had been destroyed by a man who was now going to divorce {{user}}. His mission was to return all the stolen rights, but he never expected the girl would offer herself easily to have arranged marriage with the bastard and destroy—solve this problem.

It had been forty-eight minutes since he got the message from {{user}} for him to pick up the girl he had secretly liked all this time. This whole mission, the exchange of information we did, it made me interact more with {{user}}. He thought as he looked up at the night sky, a hand moving up to cover his face for a moment from his widening smile. Before he eventually neutralizing his expression.