Felix’s gaze turned grimmer.
He asked in a stern voice, "Are you threatening me?"
Queeny heaved a sigh helplessly.
She shook her head and walked up to his side, saying, "Look at you! How could you say that? I’m telling you the pros and cons. It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to work with me, but I heard that the Violet Group has also been working hard on the map lately. I guess they must be interested in my little map."
"Since you don’t want the opportunity at your fingertips, I'll go work with them. I’ve met Seven several times anyway, and I like her."
"It’s said that she works for the Violet Group now. As the saying goes, charity begins at home. We’re likely to work for the same boss, and I think we’re kind of family. Isn’t that great?"
"We finally get a chance to talk about the good old days. It’s been years, and I really miss her."
The more Queeny said, the more Felix’s face darkened.
When she finally stopped talking, Felix turned livid.
His lips curving into a sneer, he taunted, "I didn’t expect you to be so well-informed after four years in prison."
Queeny raised her brows and smiled, "Do you regret not having shot me to death back then, Mr. Bissel?"
Felix sneered, "I do."
"Well... too bad you missed out on the opportunity."
Staring at his handsome face, Queeny came up to him as she spoke, "I told you before. If you didn’t kill me, I would come back at you someday. Felix Bissel, don’t ever take me to your men’s graveyard again, because I find it disgusting. After all, we Rosefinch Club lost a lot of lives too!"
Her eyes darkened as she finished speaking.
Then she messed up the route map on the ground with her foot, and left without hesitation.
Her cold voice floated into his ears, sounding ruthless and decisive.
"Felix Bissel, if you want to work with me, show me you mean it. Come to me in three days. If I don’t see you three days later, I’ll give the map to them."
She disappeared as her voice faded away.
Instead of running after her, Felix stayed put silently, watching her back disappearing from his sight indifferently.
Somehow, seeing Queeny being so confident and cool, Felix secretly felt happy that she had become such a powerful woman, instead of feeling humiliated or angry since he just suffered a “defeat” by her.
Finally, Queeny had grown into the woman she had always hoped she would be.
…
30 minutes later, Felix went down the mountain.
Ford, his driver, and assistant saw his figure far away, jumped off the car, and hurried forward to meet him.
"Boss."
Ford got alert immediately as he noticed Felix coming back alone with no one by his side.
"Boss, Miss Horton…"
Sulking, Felix didn’t answer Ford, but walked by him, got into the car, and ordered coldly, "Let’s go."
Ford paused, realizing that Felix must be in a bad mood now, and stopped talking at once.
He jumped in the driver’s seat, started the car, and drove back to the city.
Meanwhile, Queeny took a taxi back.
The last thing she wanted to do was to be in the same car with him again. If she stayed with him for another few hours, she might lose control and kill him.
Thinking so, Queeny touched her neck.
It still ached. She took out her phone and looked into it, finding that there were two faint red marks on her neck.
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