That was precisely why S-rank female assassins were so coveted. A man's neck would already be snapped in situations like this. A woman would at least be given a chance to talk her way out of it.

Olivia took a deep breath. Tears welled up in her eyes as she started to put up a performance.

"I saw you passed out at the side of the river and was about to perform CPR…"

"Is that why you took off my shirt?" Wayne's chest was still bare.

Olivia sniffed. "Why else? Do you think I wanted to do it with you? You were unconscious. What could I possibly do?"

Wayne observed her facial expression like he was trying to see if she was telling the truth.

"Who are you? Why are you in a place like this?"

As he talked, the blood from the injury on his arm stained his shirt. It dripped from his skin onto Olivia's face.

"I'm a doctor. I'm here to look for a herb that blooms at night. I didn't expect to find someone unconscious here."

Wayne sneered. "Do you think I'd believe that? No matter who y