Ivy Lau shrugged. "Whatever."
The knowledge that her actions led to a person's death didn't bother her at all. In fact, she even looked impatient and annoyed that something so unimportant would be reported to her.
The man sitting in the front passenger seat gave her another look. "The boss is not pleased with your actions."
She pursed her lips, feeling irritated, but still made a sound in her throat. It was up to the a**hole how he interpreted it. Her lover would punish her either way anyway.
The truth was that she didn't understand why what she did in Paris was such a big deal. But according to her lover, she had left a big mess that he needed his people to clean up.
In her opinion, her lover just wanted a reason to murder people for his own enjoyment. She already knew him long enough to understand his twisted personality.
He was the devil himself.
She was just one of his pawns. She understood her role perfectly. Whatever he needed her for, she just needed to fulfill it. If he needed to use her to justify his sadistic murderous urges, then she had no choice but to comply.
Despite the faults in his personality, she actually found herself halfway in love with him.
She smirked.
Perhaps the saying was right—that birds of a feather flocked together.
"Just do what you need to do," she said in a bored tone.
The driver and the man sitting in the front passenger seat didn't respond. Their tasks were clear. They would serve this woman according to their boss' orders, but that didn't mean that they were her servants. Anything beyond their boss' orders, they wouldn't hesitate to refuse and would even embarrass her.
She was just one of the boss' playthings anyway. Someday, they would have to dispose of her corpse just like the other playthings that their boss had grown tired of. It was as simple as that.
Ivy didn't know that the two men in front of her were already thinking about her future—or lack thereof.
Even if she knew, she wouldn't care.
Her goals were clear.
She just needed to focus on achieving them no matter what. Even if her final fate was death—she didn't care as long as she got what she wanted in the end.
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Inside a hospital in Paris at night.
Visitor hours had already ended. In the ICU department, there were two police officers standing guard outside one of the rooms.
The medical staff had already been informed about the circumstances of that particular room's patient. They secretly gossiped among themselves, lamenting how unlucky the poor guy was to be attacked by lunatics while walking late at night in the streets. At the same time, they also felt scared about their own safety, especially the night-shift staff.
"I need to pee," one of the police officers said to his partner.
"Go ahead. I'll stay here."
When the police officer left to go to the men's room, his partner stood up and walked back and forth in front of the ICU room door to stretch his legs.
A nurse appeared and greeted him. She was a petite older woman with a kind smile and a lot of grey hair.
"Good evening, Officer. I'm here to check the patient's vitals."
The police officer checked her ID and waved her in. The nurse looked like a veteran. The hospital must be prioritizing this particular patient. They sent their best medical staff to treat him. The police still needed the patient to wake up and provide his statement about what happened to him.
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