Chapter 1
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"Moan louder."
The night was as fervent as his bedroom.
Inside the grand bedroom, the candlelight was hazy and dim, with heavy velvet curtains tightly drawn.
On the European-style desk, a Cupid relief vase was filled with blue roses, spreading a dense, intoxicating fragrance throughout the room.
Yimo Qiao was forced to kneel outside the sheer canopy, lowering her head, unwilling to listen...
God! Is this Western man ever going to stop?!
It's already been an hour!
Shocked and annoyed, she covered her ears and arched her back, wishing she could drill straight into the Persian rug.
I can't take it anymore!
No! Hold on! Yimo Qiao! Just survive tonight and you can go home!
Yimo Qiao gritted her teeth, tightly covering her ears with both hands, closing her eyes as goosebumps broke out across her skin...
She wore a thin, ill-fitting white camisole dress, clutching the medicine she had bought yesterday in her hand.
On the spacious and lavish bed, the high-draped gauze curtains cascaded down.
"Keep going." His voice carried a hint of mockery.
Inside the palace-style curtains, the man reclined sideways, supporting his handsome face with one hand, his blue eyes fixed on the contract on the bed, not even looking at the sensual scene before him.
Even though the woman was breathtakingly stunning, with an exquisite figure and fair, flawless skin, fully exposed in front of him.
Even though every aspect of her matched his standards for a partner, he had seen far too many beauties to feel a single thing.
When the woman attempted to crawl onto his bed, he pushed her away in disgust, deliberately keeping his distance and sneering: "Finish your performance, take your money, and get out."
"I'm... I'm sorry, Mr. Sichen... I thought you liked me..."
Seeing him push her away again, the woman sensibly stopped making bold moves toward him and apologized sweetly.
Like her? The man let out a cold sneer, without even the slightest desire to lift his gaze.
The woman lowered her head in disappointment, rubbing her arms aggrievedly: "Mr... Mr. Sichen... May I take a break..."
"Cover yourself. I don't want to look."
His frosty, low voice cut through the hazy air.
The woman obediently put her clothes back on, looking up at the handsome man like a cat: "I'm dressed, Mr. Sichen..."
Hearing this, the man finally deigned to cast his gaze toward the woman below the bed.
His large palm pinched her chin, Sichen Fleming admiring this angelic face, his thin lips parting:
"Not bad acting. You'll definitely score a nomination for Best Actress at the next awards."
The woman's eyes brightened instantly, her smile turning as enchanting as a blooming flower.
Right after, she dutifully performed every sleeping scene experience she had gathered in her life—
Starting a brand new round.
He curled his lips into an ambiguous smile, his face shrouded in shadow devoid of warmth.
Wild, evil, and handsome...
The dense air was humid and hot, making everyone in the room feel suffocated. The faint candlelight flickered, projecting seductive shades of red.
The European ornaments sparkled brightly, magnificent and splendid.
Yimo Qiao knelt on the ground, unable to tell whether she was shivering and nauseated from extreme hunger or from those shameless words.
After who knows how long, her ears finally found peace.
The woman walked out with a look of satisfaction, smoothing down her Bohemian long dress. Sizing up the girl on the floor with her glamorous eyes, her smile vanished in an instant, replaced by jealousy and resentment.
"Mr. Sichen, I'll be resting in the room next door. If you need anything else, remember to contact me!~"
The woman turned to glance back at the man on the bed, reminding him in a seductive voice.
... Yimo Qiao felt goosebumps rise all over her body listening to that.
... The other person didn't make a sound either.
Slightly disappointed, the woman left.
What?
Is he tired?
Yimo Qiao lowered her head, speculating.
It wasn't until she heard the door close that she dared to turn her head to peek at the wall clock.
What!?
Two hours!?
Yimo Qiao's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she swallowed hard in disbelief.
My goodness!
At this rate...
Which Chinese girl could handle this?
She stared blankly at the floor, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if seeing her own doom...
In the huge European-style room, only the frail girl kneeling on the floor remained... along with him on the bed, boredly reviewing contracts.
So hungry.
Is he ever going to sleep?
Yimo Qiao trembled from hunger, losing even the strength to stay kneeling. She wondered when that green-eyed giant under his command would arrive.
The girl slouched her head, breathing shallowly, enduring the hunger.
Before long, a knock sounded at the door. The man inside the sheer curtains lazily uttered a "Come in."
She hurriedly straightened her posture.
Walking in was a Western man with deep green python-like eyes, a sharp crew cut, standing at an imposing height of 205 centimeters. His bulky, sturdy frame radiated cold-blooded lethality...
He wore a tailored black suit that looked tight and sexy over his muscular body, the very definition of a suited hitman.
In one hand he held a document, and in the other, a black plastic bag.
Inside the bag was a medium-sized jar emitting a pungent smell of blood. Looking at it, Yimo Qiao immediately felt something was off.
Seeing him walk over, the girl quickly shifted aside to make way...
Yimo Qiao knew this man. He was Sichen Fleming's right-hand man, a mercenary who ruled over Western Europe—Albert Dayo.
He was also the person who had been feeding her.
Having been starved for a long time, Yimo Qiao raised a pair of crystal-clear eyes and looked at him timidly.
"Albert... I'm so hungry..." Her dry lips parted, her voice laced with raspy fatigue.
Albert seemed to hear a voice no louder than a mosquito. Walking past, he looked down at the girl who was trembling from hunger, her tiny hands clutching the hem of her dress.
With long black hair and a tiny frame, from his angle she looked like a little mouse huddled up there.
Her pitiful eyes were filled with tears, a sight that annoyed him.
However, considering she was a Chinese girl brought back by his boss, he couldn't let her starve to death. Thus, Albert kindly pulled out a half-eaten sandwich from his pocket and tossed it in front of her.
Yimo Qiao hastily picked it up, shaking as she tore away the bitten crust, then stuffed it wildly into her mouth.
Fortunately, the sandwich was quite large, enough to fill her stomach for now...
The girl chewed contentedly. Raising her small head, her eyes met his deep green pupils, and Yimo Qiao instinctively covered her mouth to chew softly.
Albert had instructed her that she wasn't allowed to make any sound in front of Sichen Fleming, or she would be starved to death!!
Seeing her behave, Albert ignored her and walked straight up to the man, lifting the bag, his cold voice filled with deference:
"Boss, here is the NDA contract for the trade. The flash drive was already destroyed when we found it. Currently, our technicians are attempting to restore it."
Sichen Fleming lazily took the contract and glanced at it.
Even though there were blood splatters on the contract, the clauses were still legible, along with Ran Xuan's handwritten signature and a red thumbprint.
This was her style when signing contracts.
Below the signature, Ran Xuan had also written a string of capital letters: "SCMSQNYLW".
He had specifically dispatched men to investigate, yet they were still unable to crack this line of English.
Looking at the handwriting with disdain, the man sneered softly: "Not bad, still haven't caught her after two years."
Albert bowed: "Boss, you should prepare for the worst."
"Heh!" Sichen Fleming gave a contemptuous laugh.
In the quiet air came the sound of a metallic lighter clicking open.
The dark blue flame projected onto the side of the man's face, his blue eyes as deep and mysterious as an abyss.
Sichen Fleming sat by the edge of the bed with his back to her, his slender, distinct fingers hooking around the rim of the bag.
He looked down haughtily, as if viewing a disgusting object, his voice low, cold, and regal: "How pitiful. Who did it?"
Albert explained softly: "He did it to himself, and he put it in the jar himself."
Sichen Fleming scoffed: "You were too careless. Now that he's lost his left hand, how is he going to satisfy his needs? Think things through when you work, Albert."
"My oversight."
Albert sneered, then changed his tone and continued, "That beast dared to publicly spread rumors that you're impotent! Absolutely unforgivable!"
"..." The man held his cigarette in silence. Greyish-white smoke spiraled upward, revealing an insanely handsome facial bone structure.
Albert bowed slightly. "Rest assured, Boss. I will make them pay a heavy price! A mere NC Building—even if blown to pieces, it's only a thousand people!"
Sichen Fleming lowered his eyes, suddenly catching a faint, lingering fragrance that disrupted his thoughts.
Such a light scent...
Albert talked on: "I'll send men right away to secretly destroy the NC Building."
Sichen Fleming frowned, staring at the tall, muscle-bound killer before him: "Are you wearing perfume?"
The question left Albert stunned. He had spent his life dealing with guns and blood, so why would he care about girly stuff like that:
"No."
"No?" Sichen Fleming fell quiet.
Seeing his boss looking somewhat distracted, Albert raised his arm and sniffed his sleeve in self-doubt, then sniffed his collar.
Reeking of blood all over, where would perfume come from?
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