003 Threatened...? (Rolling on the ground, begging for votes~~)
City A, a certain private estate.
Brilliant, dazzling lights shimmered in the night, casting an enchanting glow upon the dim sky. Glasses clinked together as people exchanged laughter and idle conversation. Even if their smiles were feigned and their words insincere, nothing could diminish the decadent warmth that filled the scene.
Yet at that very moment, chaos had erupted in the kitchen…
Just moments ago, a staff member—his presence and purpose unknown—had been murdered.
The method was chillingly precise: a slender steel wire had been drawn through his throat. He had not even struggled. Only several seconds after collapsing did blood begin to well and spread in a crimson pool.
A maid passing by happened to catch sight of the scene. She shrieked, her tray and crystal glasses crashing to the floor, shards scattering everywhere in a cacophony of noise.
The meticulously ordered evening was instantly plunged into panic.
In an unnoticed corner, a slender figure seized the opportunity, slipping out at remarkable speed, brushing past the security personnel who had just arrived on the scene.
…
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the estate—
A tall, well-built man stood alone in the shadows, dressed in a tailored suit as black as midnight, quietly speaking into his phone.
Suddenly, the earpiece hidden in his ear vibrated lightly. He frowned and murmured, “Sorry, I’ll call you back.”
His voice was low, deep and resonant, exuding a natural authority.
After ending the call, he tapped his earlobe twice, connecting to a concealed communicator. “Speak.”
A surprised, yet steady voice responded, “Boss, the target… has been killed!”
“Who did it?”
“We’re still investigating.”
“Hurry.”
“Yes.”
Disconnecting, the man turned around—but the next moment, a pair of delicate, slender hands suddenly covered his eyes.
Before he could react, soft, full lips pressed against his own.
“Sorry, I need to borrow you for a moment.”
…
A sweet, unfamiliar fragrance drifted into his senses as the girl drew near, and he found himself, unexpectedly, frozen in place.
His eyes opened under her palm, and his gaze slid downward. The girl, oblivious to her own small hands, had left her neck exposed, and just below her collarbone was a vermilion birthmark, bright as blood.
It was like a delicate blossom brushed between her brows—enchanting, yet pure.
…
Rustling sounds followed. A maid’s short jacket, a white apron, a black belt, even a wig—one by one, articles fell at the girl’s feet as she pressed her lips to his and changed her clothes with swift, practiced ease.
There was not a hint of panic in her movements; she was deft and sure.
The man’s gaze darkened. He could see at once—this little one was no novice. But did she perhaps… underestimate him?
For the first time, a curious emotion stirred within him. The corners of his lips curved almost imperceptibly.
However…
Just as he finally decided to move, the girl sensed something and sprang back in an instant, retreating several meters in a single, fluid motion.
Now they faced each other in the shadows, their true features hidden from view.
She was clad in a tight-fitting outfit of midnight black, and even in the faint light, her alluring figure was clear.
Calm and composed, she gave a small wave, a faint smile on her lips. “Thank you for your help. I’ll be leaving now.”
The man remained silent.
Yet just as she turned away, she glanced back, her tone suddenly cold and clear—a warning: “Oh, and one more thing. Don’t even think of betraying me. Or else…”
She drew a finger across her throat in a cutting gesture, then turned and vanished into the night.
The man, slightly taken aback, watched the direction she’d gone, unable to suppress a quiet laugh.
“Did she just… threaten me?”