Chapter 568 The Spendthrift Wife

After the earlier incident at the café, where the assassin had cut his finger, he no longer hid his knife in his sleeve. Instead, it was now tucked into his waistband, his right hand ready to pull the knife from his back at any moment. Just as he was preparing to strike, two little children suddenly ran into the store, clearly playing and causing a ruckus. They chased each other around the shoe bench, almost as if they were little guardians protecting Annabelle.