TWENTY SEVEN

DEVON

Outside the hotel, inside a small coffee shop that was opposite it, I sat calmly by a window overlooking the hotel, waiting for my men to bring news for me.

    "Indeed, I had purposely set Karen up so she would sleep with Wilson and try to obtain any relevant information. Women have always been men's weakness, and he knows how to employ them well. And in the case of Keran, she is already with them anyway."

   My phone rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Hello, what's the situation?" I answered coldly.

   "Boss, she ran out of the private dining room and didn't look violated. Mr. Wilson was lying on the ground in pain, holding his crotch area. I'm sure you can guess what happened," he said carefully.

   So she still chooses to pretend. She doesn't want to sleep with him, right? Perhaps I will find another