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My gaze subtly swept over Gao Chen's suit pocket.
A small bulge caught my attention.
I squinted, my pupils narrowing.
A recording pen.
Good.
I flicked the cigarette butt lightly, producing a faint sound that drew Zhao Yuan's attention.
"Wang Zheng, what the hell are you dawdling for? Hurry up and bring the tea!"
She shouted sharply, her tone laced with unabashed disdain.
I slowly got up and walked over with the teapot.
Each step felt like I was treading on her nerves.
"Well, if it isn't Mrs. Zhao! That cheongsam looks quite dazzling today; it's almost blinding me," I said with a sarcastic tone, a hint of mockery in my voice.
Zhao Yuan's expression stiffened, her forced smile becoming even more twisted.
"Stop the nonsense! Get to work!"
"Work? That's not happening."
I grinned widely, revealing a knowing expression.
"However, some jobs can't just be done casually."
My gaze flickered between Gao Chen and Zhao Yuan, carrying a hint of provocation.
Gao Chen's eyes momentarily shifted, and he picked up his teacup, concealing the twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Zhao Yuan's smile completely faded as she regarded me warily.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing much."
I spoke casually, yet each word was precise.
"I just think that in this day and age, one must be cautious when doing business. Not every penny is worth chasing; some can burn your hands."
My gaze fell once more on the pocket of Gao Chen's suit.
His hand, resting under the table, instinctively clenched into a fist.
"Wang Zheng, are you looking for trouble?!"
Gao Chen could no longer hold back; he slammed his hand on the table and growled.
I chuckled coldly to myself.
Hooked.
Ignoring his outburst, I leisurely poured a cup of tea and slid it across to Zhao Yuan.
"Madam Zhao, this tea should be savored slowly."
I deliberately emphasized the word "savored," locking eyes with her, exuding an undeniable pressure.
A flicker of panic crossed Zhao Yuan's eyes.
She certainly knew there was more to my words.
I looked at her face, shiny and slick due to her obesity, and my anger began to rise slowly.
"Some people, you know, smile on the surface while stabbing you in the back."
I shifted my tone abruptly, turning cold.
"Mr. Gao, wouldn’t you agree?"
Gao Chen's expression darkened completely, and his hand in the pocket of his suit stiffened noticeably.
A thought flickered in my mind.
It seemed that the recording device indeed concealed some unknown secret.
"Don't think I don't know what tricks you're playing."
I suddenly lowered my voice, lacing it with a hint of dangerous seduction.
"That deal, and the code for that safe..."
Before I could finish my sentence, Gao Chen abruptly stood up, a flash of panic crossing his eyes.
Zhao Yuan's expression also turned grim; she instinctively glanced at Gao Chen's pocket.
I caught that subtle movement of hers and a barely perceptible smirk appeared at the corner of my mouth.
Instead of directly exposing them, I feigned realization.
"Oh dear, Mr. Gao, what treasures are stuffed in your pocket?"
I leaned closer to Gao Chen, my gaze fixed intently on the bulge in his suit pocket.
Gao Chen's body stiffened noticeably as he instinctively covered his pocket.
"Nothing! Get lost!"
He shouted, forcing himself to sound calm, but the panic in his eyes betrayed him.
I took a step back, watching him with a playful glint in my eyes.
I knew exactly what it was.
But that wasn't enough.
I wanted them to reveal themselves.
I wanted them to understand that their seemingly foolproof plan was nothing more than a joke in my eyes.
I felt the cold touch of the cockroach in my pocket, my fingertips gently stroking it.
A secret recording pen, a safe's passcode...
A massive net was slowly closing in.
And I was the one casting it.
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