Chapter 25

Sitting at the long bar table facing the sunlit sky, she stared blankly ahead, lost in thought. Scenes from ten years ago began to flicker in the depths of her mind. Brown netted leaves swaying from the tree outside blurred into her memories. The nutty smell of her caramel macchiato slowly dissipated, replaced by the overwhelming stench of her shameful past.

Before long, she found herself transported back to the days when she sold her pride and dignity...

He was in his usual apparel—black suit, black pants, black striped tie, and a pair of black Crocodile shoes. It wasn't the first time for her to be here. In fact, she had lost the number of times she stepped into this office.

"Make use of that girl to steal the information," he ordered, drawing deeply on his Cuban cigar before exhaling a plume of smoke.

"B-But she's just a kid..."

"It's exactly because she is still a kid." He slammed his foot onto the edge of the desk and cast her a piercing gaze. "Only by making use of her can t