Chapter 37: Chapter 37

"No, I wouldn't dare," the man stuttered. "Overlord, I used the wrong words. It is just that this business is important to those of us in the Southeast Asian region. You can't just get rid of it! There are still many of us that depend on it, Overlord…"

Their conversation went on, and Lily found her thoughts wandering. As she glanced around the room, she found that there was a small couch tucked away in the back. The dry discussion taking place was lulling her to sleep, especially considering she had slept so terribly the night before. She snuck a glance at the two men again, observing that Di Mo had his back to her, and decided to tiptoe her way towards the couch. While doing so, she stared daggers at Daniel Craig and Yellow Falcon, daring them to speak up.

She crawled into the couch, curling up stealthily, and prepared to take a nap. The middle-aged man was the only person who had entered the building with them and she wasn't in his line of sight; it was the perfect opportunity.

She had just shut her eyes when a faint buzzing sound emerged from her earrings. The vibrating jolted her awake and her eyes flew open. She raised her right hand to her earlobe and fumbled with one of the earrings. They were custom-made by her — capable of letting her stay in communication when required, and they were able to discover any nearby frequencies. She fingered the device, slowly clicking through the channels, yet found no interception.

Lily sat up abruptly. It was nearly impossible to get typical frequencies past her device; she was supposed to be able to listen in on all of them, yet here, all she heard was buzzing. She sat still, thinking through the possibilities. Was the sound just a result of a magnetic surge? Either that or the frequency was military-grade and highly protected. If that was the case, then it definitely wasn't anything good.

She noticed suddenly that the vibrations had stopped after she sat up. She lowered her body into a crouch — and there it was again. She crawled along the floor, following the buzzing sound in her ear as she searched for its source.

Her journey ended in a corner of the room, where there was a potted bonsai tree on display. It wasn't particularly eye-catching and there wasn't anything suspicious about it to the naked eye, but Lily circled the plant regardless, inspecting it closely. Finally, she discovered a tiny beetle-shaped circular object hidden near the base of the plant in the soil. It was attached to a silky fine thread that resembled a twig. The buzzing in her ear was going wild, and she frowned. This wave was being controlled remotely via computer.

She inspected the object for several more minutes and then twisted around to stare at the back of Di Mo, who was currently deep in conversation. Seriously, how many enemies did the guy have? It seemed like no matter where they went, one of these dangerous, life-threatening objects had to make an appearance as well. He seemed to be in perpetual danger; Lily couldn't reconcile the image of the powerful, thunder-like Di Clan leader who ruled over all of the Western territories with this man who was literally always just narrowly escaping death.

She wondered if she should come to his rescue again. Obviously, she had no desire to, but Misha was in his hands. She glared sullenly at his back and began walking towards him, all the while grinding her teeth in barely suppressed frustration. Daniel Craig was right — she was safest with them; without the clan, she was on her own in Southeast Asia and therefore like a tiny ant crawling along a piece of thread.

As she approached the two men, their guide was currently pleading Di Mo: "Can't you just leave us this one way to make a living?" His eyes were desperate and glinted with resentment. Beneath the table, his hands curled into tight fists.

Di Mo didn't respond, although his body emitted a murderous anger that even Lily, who had a unique interpretation of danger, could feel coming off in waves.

Just at that moment, Lily noticed that underneath the table, the other man's hand was casually moving towards his other wrist, reaching for a button on his sleeve. She stiffened, then swiftly leaped in and announced, "Let's all be nice and chat some more. I don't think this project is over just yet." As she spoke, she rounded the sofa and settled herself deliberately into Di Mo's lap.

He looked like he wanted to kill her, but she maintained all smiles. The other man paused and stared blankly at her. "What do you mean?" He asked.

Lily glanced at him briefly and then hooked both her arms around Di Mo's neck, smiling radiantly. "Come on now, there's nothing wrong with making a little bit more money. Why ignore the opportunity to gain some profits? If you aren't interested in it, let me have a go at it. I have my portion of shares and don't care how much it'll cost."

Di Mo observed her carefully with a frothy look, taking in her uncharacteristically flamboyant flirtatiousness. He sensed a strange prickling on his back and tensed immediately, suddenly on guard as suspicion flashed across his eyes. His arms circled around Lily's waist then. "If you're so interested, then I suppose it's not an impossibility," he said slowly, focusing straight at her face but imperceptibly sweeping his gaze around the room in his peripheral vision.

She smiled exaggeratedly, her entire face beaming with forced enthusiasm. "It's a promise then! You can't inject yourself in my business and dictate who I choose to run the project. I get to choose."

The other man's face relaxed back into an easygoing smile at their exchange. "Mistress Di, you should consider us," he suggested hopefully. "We've been in this business for years and already have all the resources. We would definitely succeed and see a large profit, Mistress. You won't be disappointed."

Lily glared at Di Mo. Mistress Di, what the hell. Please, she was a young, unmarried maiden; how could she be perceived as his wife of all things? Still, she smiled coyly and replied, "Well of course I can consider your people. But just now, you were so rude to my darling Mo. In this line of business, that kind of attitude…" Her voice had taken on a sharp, whining tone. The beaming expression stayed on her face, but her disgust showed in her eyes. Honestly, she was going to vomit. Mo? More like mo for devil*.

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