Ex-husband's Sweet Trap novel Chapter 52

"Okay."

Linda mulled her boss's orders over in her head. Was her boss just trying to get Luz's attention these few days?

Luz had thought that it would only be the two of them venting to each other in the KTV, but instead, when she arrived, she found a bunch of strangers. 

"Don't be nervous. These are all my colleagues. Let me introduce them to you. This is Kai..." Mia patted her on the shoulder to reassure her. After the introductions, she pulled her to sit on the sofa.

"This is my best friend, Luz Boone."

Luz could only nod and smile at the solemn introduction. "Hello, everyone."

Now that she was here, it would be inappropriate for her to leave now. She sat awkwardly beside Mia and pinched her out of sight of everyone else, this woman had lied to her.

Mia was completely unfazed. She leaned over and whispered, "The man beside you, he's one of my partners at the law firm. What do you think? If you can't take Declan, how about giving him a try?"

"Shut up!"

Luz immediately lowered her voice warningly. "You're a lawyer, not a matchmaker."

"Okay, I'll shut up. I'll go and choose a song. How about your favourite, 'Love Deal'?"

"..."

Luz blushed as she resisted the urge to wring her friend's neck. She was infamous for her inability to carry a tune. Usually, she sang just to vent her anger. Mia must really hate her colleague if she intended to commit murder by her singing.

About ten minutes later, the awkward atmosphere eased a lot. Although Mia's colleagues were all dressed smartly in suits and dress shoes, they were actually more easy-going than they looked. Luz gradually began to relax, even though she still refused to sing.

A few drinks later, Luz stood up. "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Let's go together, in case you lose your way and decide to go home." Mia stood up with her and they headed to the bathroom together.

In the corridor of the KTV, a few strangely-dressed men were acting suspiciously. They were led by a man that had a scary-looking scar on his face.

"Where's the target? I was promised cash on delivery. This better not be a trick."

The scarred man held a small metal box in his hand, and his expression was full of impatience.

"Boss, don't worry. There won't be any problems. I'm familiar with this KTV," one of his cronies told him confidently. If this deal goes through, they won't have to worry about money for the rest of the year.

"Bullshit, I have a bad feeling about this." The man who was called the boss spat, frownining uneasily. He had been doing this for a few years, and he had learned to trust his instincts.

Just as he was thinking to cancel the deal and retreat first, he saw the men he had left as lookouts on the street run in. "Boss, someone called the police, the cops have surrounded the KTV. Should we make a run for it?"

"You idiot! Running out with drugs is a sure-fire way to get the death sentence. Get rid of it in the toilet!"

Hearing this, the scar on his face became even more prominent. His instincts were right, as always. They were in big trouble.

"Get rid of them all?" His men were a little reluctant. These drugs were worth a lot of money. It was a shame to flush them all down the toilet.

"It's your first day doing this? Do you want money or your life? Hurry up!"

He gave him a kick before running to the toilet with the case.