“Guess who?” someone asked. The room was pitch-black.

As soon as Yvette entered, a pair of hands covered her eyes. She paused, commenting, “You seem to be in good spirits.”

Suddenly, the lights flickered on. The hands moved away. Yvette opened her eyes and saw Flying Fish standing behind her—the woman Eagle King had just rescued.

The first thing Flying Fish did after her rescue was bathe and enjoy a delicious meal. She stood before Yvette, five feet nine inches tall, clad in a white bathrobe that accentuated her curves. Her hourglass figure was perfect, her face oval with alluring almond-shaped eyes. Water still dripped from her hair, adding to her sensual appearance.

“Boss, I missed you so much! I knew you loved me most! If I’d waited for Eagle King, I’d be dead now. A great loss for humanity if a perfect woman like me were gone!” Flying Fish exclaimed, nodding seriously, fully agreeing with herself. Eagle King, lounging on the couch, was used to her narcissistic personality; she'd been like that since childhood.

Yvette crossed her arms, lifted her chin, and said in a relaxed tone, “Don’t worry. I won’t let you die.” Eagle King jolted from the couch. Yvette glanced at the invisible participant in the conversation, then at Flying Fish before walking to the couch, knowing she’d soon become involved.

Eagle King was furious. “Have you lost your mind, fangirling over celebrities? What’s the number one rule of being an assassin? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten! How could you accept a job without checking your target’s background? Do you have a death wish?”

Flying Fish knew she was wrong, her voice softening, though she still argued stubbornly. “Haven’t you scolded me enough? I went days without food or sleep in that basement. I’ve suffered enough. I already know I was wrong. And what’s wrong with fangirling over celebrities? It makes me happy!”

When Eagle King heard her initial sentences and considered her recent hardships, his heart ached. He realized his words had been too harsh. Just as he was about to comfort her, she mentioned fangirling and its happiness.

His anger flared. “Fangirling makes you happy? Sure, you were so happy you got caught! You’re an assassin. Why are you fangirling over someone?”

Flying Fish wasn’t actually into celebrities; she was provoking Eagle King. It irritated her that he clearly had feelings for her but refused to admit it. She glanced at him, lowered her head, and began to sob.

Hearing her sobs, Eagle King panicked. In all their years together, he’d never seen her cry, not even during their brutal rainforest training. He wondered if he'd gone too far. Flustered, he rushed over. “Fine, I was wrong. Please stop crying, okay?”

Yvette, on the couch, saw Flying Fish give her a meaningful look. She massaged her temples, thinking Flying Fish was overdoing it. Flying Fish kept her head down, avoiding eye contact, and continued to cry softly. Eagle King, feeling helpless, looked to Yvette for help, but she ignored him.

Eagle King gritted his teeth. “I’m sorry. If fangirling makes you happy, I’ll support you. I own an entertainment company in Betrico. Tell me which celebrity you like, and I’ll bring them to you.”

Flying Fish immediately stopped crying. Seeing this, Eagle King wondered, ‘Does she like that celebrity this much? As long as she’s happy…’

“Promise you won’t scold me anymore,” Flying Fish said pitifully, still sounding as though she’d been crying.

“I won’t. As long as you stop crying. I’ll agree to anything,” Eagle King uttered.

“Oh? You said it. You must keep your promise,” Flying Fish remarked. Eagle King felt something was off, but before he could process it, she asked, “You’re not going back on your promise, are you?”

Afraid she would cry again, Eagle King quickly promised, “I won’t take it back, absolutely not.”

The next moment, Flying Fish raised her head, revealing a smug smile—no trace of tears. When Eagle King saw Yvette’s amused expression, he realized he’d been fooled.

But seeing Flying Fish’s happiness and Yvette’s smile, he didn’t mind being tricked. Those two were the most important people in his life. If tricking him made them happy, so be it.

“So, Eagle King, you must keep your word. You said you’d agree to anything, so you can’t get mad at me now,” Flying Fish piped up.

Eagle King felt resigned. “Fine. I’m not mad anymore. But where did you learn this awful trick? Don’t use it on others. It’s embarrassing.”

Flying Fish whipped around, walking toward the couch. “I only embarrass myself like this in front of you.”

Eagle King’s heart skipped a beat. ‘Only in front of me? Is it because we are close?’ he pondered.

Flying Fish slumped onto the couch. “Boss, what’s the plan for tomorrow? That old bastard, Caleb, dared lock me in a dark, filthy basement, thinking he could make me his lover. In his dreams! I must teach him a lesson!”

Eagle King sat beside her. Flying Fish shot him a disdainful glance and moved away, still holding a grudge. He didn’t mind her pettiness. “Yeah. Boss, what’s the plan? What about leaving him to me? You two can wait at the hotel. Once it’s done, we can leave together.”

“No way. I want to be there when Caleb dies,” Flying Fish insisted.

Both turned to Yvette, awaiting her decision. She sat with her legs crossed, her face glowing softly, her gaze savage and alluring. Her expression was grim, but softened when she looked at Eagle King and Flying Fish.

She poured two cups of coffee, pushing them toward them. Her tone was firm. “Tomorrow, you two book a flight back to Mysonna. I’ll handle Caleb alone.”

Eagle King and Flying Fish replied in unison, “No way.”

Yvette raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course we do, but I want to join in and have some fun too. Besides, this is a scumbag we’re talking about. No need to dirty your hands with him,” Flying Fish stated.

Eagle King nodded. “Flying Fish is right. We can easily deal with him. You don’t need to get involved.”

Yvette leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand, shaking her head. “Enough. I’ve made up my mind. The first flight leaves at 6 am. Should I see you off?”

Seeing her resolve, Eagle King and Flying Fish could only nod. “Okay, Boss. We’ll head back to Mysonna first. Once our business is settled, Flying Fish and I will go find you in Seacrity,” Eagle King said.

Yvette answered, “Okay.”