Chapter 10

When I came out of the bathroom, I found a missed call on my phone.

It was from Virio.

This time I didn't call back.

His interference with my investigation made me feel uncomfortable and defiant.

I took a deep breath and went straight to bed.

The next morning, my phone was still quiet. Virio hadn't sent any messages or called again.

I glanced at the time - it was almost time to go. I gathered my things and headed out.

Killian and Freya showed no dissatisfaction or surprise about me going out.

I told them I was going to discuss business cooperation.

After all, they had already mentioned that this partnership would involve many meetings.

Walking down the street, I felt uneasy.

The private detective and I had arranged to meet in an alley in a certain block.

When I got close to that alley, I called the detective.

Our entire meeting was supposed to be completely confidential.

"Is it the third alley on the left after I go in? I can't get it wrong."

The moment the call connected, I asked nervously.

The detective on the other end asked me, "Where are you now?"

Just as I was about to answer, I suddenly heard urgent footsteps behind me.

When I turned around alertly, I only saw a tall, dark figure, and at the same time felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck.

The person lunged at me, and my vision began to blur.

I could barely hold onto my phone.

I heard the detective screaming in terror on the other end. "Who are you!"

Then came a sound.

A series of busy tones pounded at my heart.

I realized a terrible possibility.

After the detective spoke, that sound on the other end of the line...

It seemed like a silenced gunshot!

Because it was so close, the sound was very clear.

Over the years, attending various events with Killian and experiencing various situations, I was all too familiar with that sound.

My eyes started to feel dizzy. I backed away, trying to find a place to lean against and sit down.

Soon, I heard a man's voice nearby talking on the phone, mixed with low curses.

"Why do we have to keep this woman alive? Wouldn't it be better to just eliminate her too?"

"Keeping her around is just trouble anyway."

It was the person who had just attacked me.

At the same time, I saw a man come out from the alley entrance.

He was on the phone while walking toward me.

His face was full of menace.

And at that moment, my whole body was trembling. I could barely see what was in front of me.

Even as this person walked toward me, he seemed to have a double image.

The man walked toward me, cursing under his breath.

All my attention was focused on the detective. I was still trying to hold onto my phone to call him.

I couldn't worry about the man approaching me right now.

But just as he was about to reach me, he suddenly went limp and collapsed in front of me.

I was startled. I looked up and found another person standing behind him.

It was Charles!

The moment Charles saw me, a trace of concern flashed in his eyes.

He kicked the man and handed him over to a subordinate nearby, then walked straight over and asked me, "Are you okay now?"

My whole body felt cold. I could only shake my head helplessly.

Charles helped me up and put me in a car. After about ten minutes, I was brought before Virio.

"I wanted to rescue you myself, but they've been watching me closely lately. I hope you understand." Virio was wearing a high-collared shirt that covered the tattoos on his throat and chest.

At this moment, he actually looked somewhat refined and scholarly.

Charles helped me onto the bed and respectfully reported to Virio before leaving.

Virio picked up a medical kit from the side.

Only then did I realize that the man had hit the back of my neck, and as I backed away, my arm had scraped against the wall.

I had wounds on my hands and feet.

"Charles was sent by you?"

I didn't ask anything else.

Because I knew that the person who killed the private detective definitely wasn't one of Virio's people.

Virio carried the medical kit over to me and sat gently on the edge of the bed.

Hearing this, he looked up at me. That look made me feel a complex emotion inside.

This time I hadn't listened to him.

Now, watching Virio sit beside me, carefully cleaning and bandaging my wounds, my feelings toward him changed.

Before, I only thought he was a man standing at the top of the pyramid.

I thought we wouldn't have any other connection, even though we had already agreed to cooperate.

But this time, he not only warned me that everything was dangerous, but when I was in danger, he actually had someone rescue me.

I opened my mouth, wanting to apologize, but couldn't say a word.

After Virio finished treating my wounds, there was another knock on the door.

Charles walked in, bowed his head respectfully and said, "That person has told us everything..."

After saying this, he looked up at me, and his expression actually seemed somewhat sorrowful.

Charles stopped mid-sentence and lowered his voice to say a few words to Virio.

They spoke very quietly, and I couldn't understand what they were saying.

After Charles left, I frantically grabbed Virio's hand.

"Is there some special information? Can you tell me?"

Virio raised one hand and gently stroked the hair on the back of my head.

He suddenly said to me, "Your father's death is connected to Killian."

Although I had already guessed this myself and could see hints of it in those financial reports.

But at this moment, when Virio told me this, I was still frozen in place!

So it was all true!

My emotions immediately became agitated. "I knew it..."

Virio held me in his arms.

He comforted me in my ear, but I could no longer hear anything.

At that moment, I had only one thought in my mind - to take revenge on Killian.

That night, dressed in black, I snuck into Killian's study through an outdoor window.

Since I had secured that deal and been going out frequently, Killian wasn't paying much attention to my whereabouts.

I had to know what Killian was usually doing, so I had prepared a listening device from Virio.

As long as I installed it in the study, I would know everything about what Killian did afterward, who he met with, and what they talked about.

When I snuck into the study, feeling my way in the dark, I accidentally knocked something over.

A book fell to the floor.

I dodged to the side and hid behind a bookshelf.

That noise shouldn't have woken Killian, right?

But the next second, footsteps came from the hallway.

When the study door was pushed open, I quietly concealed myself.

Through the light that leaked in, I saw Killian walk in.

He was holding a gun in his hand.