Capítulo 46: Chapter 46

She suddenly threw a forced smile at the rest of the men at the table, an unreadable expression in her eyes. Instantaneously, she remembered that they could see her as well. As a result she felt her brain shut down and a blush spread across her cheeks. In one swift movement, she yanked her blouse closed and shimmied out of Di Mo's lap. How humiliating.

"What are you doing? Sit properly." Lily was fast, but Di Mo was faster. The second he felt her leap off his legs, he pulled her back.

Her face was flaming hot. She struggled several more times, failing each time to get out of Di Mo's arms. Finally, she turned and buried her face in his chest. "I should be the one asking you what you're doing," she muttered quietly.

He frowned. "Sit properly, stop messing around." He forced her to turn back around. He was just inspecting her wound… the woman was clearly losing her mind.

Lily grabbed the front of Di Mo's shirt and refused to let go. She felt him beginning to lose patience and decided to push her head forward and sink her teeth into his skin. "There are others here," she seethed.

At her comment, Di Mo looked up at Daniel Craig and the rest, knitting his brows together. He shifted his gaze back to observe Lily's furiously blushing face and let go of her to wrap his arms around her back and began patting her reassuringly. "Tell me," he said, "what it is you want."

She put her humiliation aside and eyed him suspiciously at his sudden change of topic. It took a while for it to dawn on her that Di Mo was asking her the price for her special earring. She laughed to herself because this was the opportunity she had been waiting for. She pushed herself so she sat up straight. "I want to know where Misha is," she demanded.

The overlord swept a cool glance at her, noting the return of her usual attitude. "It seems like your strength is back to normal and it's stopped hurting."

Lily took one look at the nonchalant expression on his face and stuck her arms out, pointing at the bruises. "It hurts, how could it not?" She smirked inwardly. She didn't specify where it hurt; if he assumed wrong, then that wasn't her problem. It was just that upon witnessing his flip-flopping attitude towards her and his attention to her injury, she couldn't help but take advantage — even if her injury was nothing noble and completely her own fault.

"If you say so," Di Mo replied.

The look in his eyes was cold and stark, and his arms tightened around her waist. She cursed to herself, then smiled at the floor manager helpfully. "I'm not lying," she whined.

Di Mo pointedly ignored her acting. "Neither am I," he said into her ear.

"What exactly do you mean by that? Mr. Di, if you don't tell me where Misha is, then I won't give the earring to you. His simple responses were infuriating. She glared at him.

Her sullen expression made Di Mo feel somewhat indignant. "Don't forget that you are mine," he reminded her sulkily. "Your things are my things and vice versa." After he spoke, he suddenly reached out and got a hold of her, keeping her beneath him as he used his other hand to grab the earrings Lily was wearing.

Lily cursed inwardly. How could she have forgotten that Di Mo wasn't someone whom one could sway with persuasion? He took whatever he wanted. Treating him as if he were a good person was her own fault. She shook her head vehemently, refusing to let him take her earring.

"If you keep moving, I'm going to cut your ear off." Di Mo scowled at her. He was not in the mood for games.

She froze at his words and felt an icy shiver spread through her ear. She widened her eyes at him in disbelief.

Her earring was made up of multiple parts chained together — it took Di Mo a while to get it off her ear; but eventually, he managed, and tossed it over to Daniel Craig, saying, "Give it to White Falcon to investigate."

Lily glared at him sullenly with her head lowered, her gaze filled with anger and misery. "I'll pay you back," Di Mo said to her while patting her back in consolation.

Truthfully, although misery was etched all across her face, inside, she was less angry than expected. It wasn't as if she was unaware of what kind of person Di Mo was — getting angry at someone like him was a waste of time and energy. She was long used to his antics by now. Besides, she had customized the device personally, and it wasn't something that just anyone was capable of deciphering. It was pointless for them to try. And not to mention, she had another one. She briefly wondered if Di Mo had left her other earring alone on purpose out of sympathy, then quickly dismissed the idea from her mind.

She was still deep in thought when a man came from outside, holding a card in his hands. "Boss, someone sent us an invitation letter," he said. The doctor, who sat closest to the entrance, took the card and inspected it suspiciously. When he determined that there was nothing suspicious about it, he opened it up and began reading.

"Ha, Boss. The Wind Clan is hosting a banquet tonight and is asking you to attend," he said with a sarcastic smirk after he finished reading.

Di Mo raised his eyebrows and the corners of his lips quirked up as well. Yellow Falcon set down the wine glass in his hand and turned to him. "The Wind Clan… isn't that the Blue Clan's lackey?" He asked curiously. "I wonder whose territory they've taken control of that would give them cause to hold a celebratory feast."

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