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Chapter_103
“Guess who I am?” someone asked.
The room was pitch-black, with no light in sight. As soon as Yvette entered, a pair of hands covered her eyes. She paused for a moment and commented, “You seem to be in good spirits.”
Suddenly, the lights flicked on, illuminating the room. The hands moved away. Yvette blinked, then turned around. Standing behind her was Flying Fish, the woman Eagle King had just rescued.
The first thing Flying Fish did after being freed was take a bath and enjoy a hearty meal. Now, she stood before Yvette, about five feet nine inches tall, wearing a white bathrobe that accentuated her curves. Her figure was the epitome of an hourglass, with an oval-shaped face and almond eyes that exuded an undeniable allure. Water droplets dripped from her hair, adding a sensual touch to the scene.
“Boss, I missed you so much! I knew you loved me the most. If I’d waited for Eagle King to rescue me, I’d have been dead by now. What a loss for humanity if someone as perfect as me had been lost!” Flying Fish exclaimed, nodding seriously as if fully agreeing with her own statement.
Eagle King, lounging on the couch, rolled his eyes. He was used to her narcissistic personality—she had been like that ever since they were kids.
Yvette crossed her arms and lifted her chin, speaking in a relaxed tone. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you die.”
Eagle King jolted upright from the couch. Yvette glanced briefly at him before walking over to the couch, sensing she’d soon witness another one of their usual antics.
Eagle King was furious. “Have you lost your mind fangirling over celebrities? What’s the number one rule of being an assassin? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten it! How could you take a job without even checking the target’s background? Do you have a death wish?”
Flying Fish, clearly aware she was in the wrong, softened her voice but stubbornly countered, “Haven’t you scolded me enough? I went days without food or sleep in that basement. I’ve suffered enough. I already know I was wrong. And what’s so bad about fangirling over celebrities? It makes me happy!”
Eagle King’s heart softened at the mention of her hardships. He had seen her go through hell, and his anger faded as he began to comfort her. But then, she mentioned fangirling again, and his frustration flared up once more.
“Fangirling makes you happy? Really? Sure, you were so happy you got yourself caught! You’re an assassin, not some fan girl! Why are you fangirling over anyone?” Eagle King snapped.
Flying Fish wasn’t actually into celebrities—she was just trying to provoke him. It irritated her that Eagle King clearly had feelings for her but refused to admit it. She glanced at him, then lowered her head, starting to sob.
Hearing the sobs, Eagle King panicked. In all the years they’d known each other, he’d never seen her cry—not even when she nearly lost a leg during their brutal rainforest training. He wondered if he’d gone too far and made her upset. Flustered, he rushed over to her side.
“Fine, I was wrong. Please stop crying, okay?” he said, his tone softening.
Yvette, who had been sitting on the couch, observed Flying Fish giving her a meaningful look. She massaged her temples, thinking to herself that Flying Fish was really committing to the act. Flying Fish kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with Eagle King as she continued to sob quietly. Eagle King, feeling helpless, looked toward Yvette for help, but she ignored him.
Eagle King gritted his teeth. “I’m sorry. If fangirling makes you happy, I’ll support you. I own an entertainment company in Betrico. Tell me which celebrity you like, and I’ll bring them to you.”
Flying Fish stopped crying immediately. She looked at him with a triumphant glint in her eyes. Eagle King, however, was less than thrilled. Does she really like this celebrity that much? he wondered. But as long as she was happy, he was willing to play along.
“Promise you won’t scold me anymore,” Flying Fish said pitifully, though she was still feigning tears.
“I won’t. As long as you stop crying, I’ll agree to anything,” Eagle King muttered, already regretting his words.
“Oh? You said it. You must keep your promise,” Flying Fish replied, her voice sly.
Before Eagle King could respond, Flying Fish lifted her head, revealing a smug smile—there were no traces of tears. When she saw Yvette’s amused expression, Eagle King realized he’d been fooled once again.
But seeing how happy Flying Fish was, and how Yvette was clearly enjoying the moment, he didn’t mind being duped. These two were the most important people in his life. If tricking him made them happy, so be it.
“You must keep your word,” Flying Fish teased. “You said you’d agree to anything, so you can’t get mad at me now.”
Eagle King sighed in resignation. “Fine. I’m not mad anymore. But where did you learn this awful trick? Don’t use it on anyone else. It’s embarrassing.”
Flying Fish whipped around and walked toward the couch. “I only embarrass myself like this in front of you,” she shot back.
Eagle King’s heart skipped a beat. Only in front of me? Was that because they were close? He pondered this, his mind whirling.
Flying Fish slouched into the couch. “Boss, what’s the plan for tomorrow? That old bastard Caleb locked me in that filthy basement, thinking he could make me his lover. In his dreams! I need to teach him a lesson!”
Eagle King walked over and sat beside her. Flying Fish shot him a disdainful glance and shifted away, still holding a grudge. He didn’t mind her pettiness. “Yeah, boss, what’s the plan? Let me handle him. You two can wait at the hotel. Once I’m done, we’ll leave together.”
“No way. I want to be there when Caleb dies,” Flying Fish insisted.
Both turned to Yvette, waiting for her decision. Yvette sat with her legs crossed, her face glowing softly in the warm light. Her gaze was intense, almost savage, but when she looked at Eagle King and Flying Fish, her expression softened.
She reached out and poured two cups of coffee, pushing them toward Eagle King and Flying Fish. Her tone was firm as she spoke. “Tomorrow, you two book a flight back to Mysonna. I’ll handle Caleb alone.”
Eagle King and Flying Fish responded in unison, “No way.”
Yvette raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you trust me?”
“Of course we do, but I want to join in and have some fun too. Besides, this is Caleb we’re talking about. No need for you to dirty your hands with him,” Flying Fish said, her voice full of determination.
Eagle King nodded in agreement. “Flying Fish is right. We can handle him. You don’t need to get involved.”
Yvette leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand, shaking her head. “Enough. I’ve made up my mind. The first flight leaves at 6 a.m. Should I see you off?”
Seeing her resolve, Eagle King and Flying Fish reluctantly nodded. “Okay, boss. We’ll head back to Mysonna first. Once our business is settled, Flying Fish and I will go find you in Seacrity,” Eagle King said.
Yvette smiled softly. “Okay.”
