"I stand here and build my empire. I stretched out my hand to wield my cold blood, and I clenched my fists to meet my cold winter. ”

……

He enjoyed the soft bed beneath him, the velvet that exuded a faint fragrance, and the thin quilt that left a faint body temperature. He felt a peaceful satisfaction fill his chest, causing him to let out a comfortable humming sound in a trance, lingering.

Suddenly, he felt something in his body roaring, chirping, agitating, rising, and he had no way to put up any resistance—so he chose to obey. He writhed and rolled over on the bed.

It wasn't the first day he had spent a wonderful, ecstatic, gentle, indulgent night in this soft bed, but he just couldn't enjoy it enough. For an ordinary person like him, who has no opportunity, no conditions, no ability, and no qualifications to touch this level of luxury life since he was a child, the life he is living now can be described as dreamlike. A few months ago, he never dreamed that he would have such a day, that he would have such an experience, that he would have such an incredible fortune - but it just happened.

For a man, he doesn't know whether this kind of thing should be counted as lucky or unlucky, in short, he doesn't think about it. He was very satisfied with everything around him now, it was like a golden lake, in which the golden liquid was stirring, and he held the boat and glided leisurely on it, humming little songs, drinking drinks, teasing the kitten in his arms from time to time with its belly turned into the sky, pinching its lovely ears, listening to its dissatisfied "meow" and "meow" calls, and laughing happily.

It's all she gave him, everything. And her requirements are only the same, and the difficulty is quite low, very easy to meet, he has always done a good job, which is why he has been able to maintain his current life until now. And at the same time, it is like a thin wire, which has been strangled around his neck. Even though it had never been tightened, and even though he had never actually felt its presence, he knew it was there, always there, never gone.

He took care of himself carefully, he took care of her carefully, because he knew that she decided everything. She could give him what he had now, and she could easily take it away from him, no more trouble than moving a finger. He is clear, very clear. He had always known it.

Then he felt it...... She's gone.

When he opened his eyes suddenly, he didn't make any big movements right away, didn't bounce off the bed, didn't make any sound. He just turned his back to the inside of the bed and ran a hand down the quilt - warm, but empty. She didn't know when she had gotten up and left.

He took a deep breath, and within seconds his mind was completely clear. He sat up from the bed, rubbed his forehead, brushed his loose bangs back, and reached for the glass on the bedside table. He had lost a lot of water that night, and he clearly felt that his throat was a little dry, and he urgently needed to replenish it.

The next moment his hand stopped. He saw her, he saw her right there. She hadn't left yet, she was still in the bedroom.

The place she had for the two of them was the top floor of a top-notch apartment in the most luxurious class in Bablore Beach, where they could overlook the sparkling waters of the Barblair Inland Sea and the semi-curved sand. He remembered that when he was first brought here, he almost got lost in his room, and even accidentally opened the emergency escape door and walked to the fire escape.

Oddly enough, the bedroom is the second largest of the penthouses, with a floor area of 150 square meters. Huge windows, huge curtains, and a huge bed, as well as a coffee table and a few sofas around it, these are all there is in the room. Of course, this didn't stuff much space, so for a long time, after waking up, he thought that he was sleeping in the wilderness and grass of his hometown's hills, and the empty sky and earth were breezy, bringing a hint of dew. Then he was immediately pulled back to reality and realized that he was just sleeping in a place that was too big.

It was too early in the morning, and it wasn't yet dawn outside—the winter sun was unbelievably lazy—but the neon lights of the city were shining through the windows and shining on her. In fact, only her body was illuminated to the narrow one, and the windows were all curtained, and only she was pulled open a crack. She stood straight in the only light in the empty room, but it was strangely darker than anything else.

As a girl, she is not short, but she is not tall either, almost 1.6 meters. She had that short shoulder-length hair, neatly trimmed, as if trimmed with a ruler, especially the part of the forehead bangs, which formed a straight line at the top of the eyebrows.

She wore glasses, framed by round, academic glasses, like the bookish glasses that only literary girls would wear. Because now she was facing out of the window, and the round lenses reflected the colorful colored light, blocking her eyes from the back, and she couldn't see clearly.

She was expressionless, quietly hugging her shoulders, draped in a velvet blanket that was dragged on the ground, and naked inside. Behind her was the coffee table and sofa, the small seating area in the bedroom. This is another corner of the room opposite the queen bed. She had a thin cigarette in her mouth. She didn't look like she was twenty years old.

"You can sleep a little longer, Rhodes." Even if she didn't look back, when he came behind her, she said faintly as if she already knew, "It's still early." ”

Her tone was indifferent, but not a complete indifference, not an indifferent indifference, but more of a completely undisguised – or almost completely unconcealed indifference. She is like this by nature, she is such a person, she does not hide, does not deceive, does not play any tricks, is honest with herself, and likes it or not.

But there was something else in the sound. This is difficult for ordinary people to hear, and only those who are extremely close can distinguish the subtle difference. Such people are very, very rare for her, but it just so happens that Rhodes is one of them. He was fortunate enough to be one of the few "close people" around her during these months of intimate contact with her. This identity means a lot to him, in every way. So he knew very well what he should say and how he should say it at such a time. It's a technical job.

The first thing he did was shut up and didn't say anything at all. He looked at her back from behind and sat down on the couch next to the coffee table. Then he found out that he had hit the jackpot. He saw her phone on the coffee table.

"Let me guess," he said, in his usual endearingly brisk tone, "more work matters, huh?" What trouble are your men giving you again? ”

“…… No," she shook her head, unexpectedly, her movements so subtle that you couldn't notice her neck moving without looking closely, "it's much more interesting." ”

“…… I shouldn't have asked. ”

Rhodes's voice lowered, and she let out a short, chuckle—you'll never hear a shorter laugh again—and she turned to look at him.

"You always make me happy, dear."

She said, turning and sitting down on the couch on the other side of the coffee table, her naked, delicate petite body hidden in the deep darkness of dawn. An ever-changing neon light fell obliquely on half of her head, shining the folds of her half black hair, and the two glasses flashed one backlight, and the other regained transparency, revealing a half-closed eye behind it, like a black fox with flesh in its mouth, faintly shining like a small glimmer of silence like a cemetery, and the unusual dark golden pupils stared at Rhodes in front of him without any fluctuations.

"Aren't you going to go back and sleep a little longer, darling?"

"I'm awake." Rhodes shrugged, "It's not the same as planned, but waking up is waking up." I don't think I'm going to go back to bed. Falling asleep can make your brain stupid. ”

"Great." A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "I'm a little hungry, although it's a little early, let's start preparing breakfast." ”

"Of course." Rhodes nodded, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"Sandwiches. You know my tastes. ”

Standing up, Rhodes didn't stop at all, and turned his head and walked straight out of the bedroom. It seemed to take him half a year.

“……”

Watching the man's back disappear, she withdrew her gaze, and then focused on her phone on the coffee table. She sat silent for a moment, then reached out and picked it up. She dialed a certain number and put it to her ear. She got up and walked back to the window, looking through the narrow slit at the Bablore neighborhood outside in the silver light of the dawn. It's beautiful like another world.

There is still a long time before the sun rises, and the sky is not even white, and I am afraid that she will not be able to meet the morning glow until she leaves. It's just right, but it's also on the way.

Then, her phone was connected.

"I've been waiting for you. I knew you were going to call me as soon as you got the news. ”

"Is anyone with you, the detective?"

"Of course. But it's the Duroc guy in charge of him, and even I can't help you much. ”

"All I need is your information about him. All the information. ”

"Duroc has been investigating all night and has already had enough to gain. I gotta say, this person may not be what you think, and you need to be careful this time - even if you're the new Grand Leader of the Dark Paradise Clan! ”