Undercover Empress 소설 & 이야기

I knew it was perfect timing and so I seized the moment and rushed over to her, then took the gun from her. I seized her neck, having the gun firmly pointing to her temples. “I think I am the one who needs an explanation here. You are actually undercover for the FBI and you led me on all the while. And that was why you hid even your real name Mia, from me? You thought I wouldn't find out, huh? Do you know that this can be your last day on earth, you dare to surrender me with a gun? You know no woman has ever tried that but you think that you had the guts to, right?”

It buzzed again, not giving up. Noah sighed. "Just answer it, or I'll toss it out the window." Ethan picked it up, frowning at the name: Miranda King, the CFO. "What is it?" Her voice was sharp and hurried. "Turn on the news. Right now." He put it on speaker and grabbed the remote. The TV came on to a business channel. The big headline slammed into them: > Cole Empire Shaken: Leaked Emails Show Richard Cole's Shady Deals–Son Ethan Tied to the Cover-Up.

Emerson’s note at the bottom reads: Confirmed alias. Active op. Trail goes cold 8 months ago. No open articles, no publication bylines. Suspected involvement in secondary corporate infiltration at Platinum Connections. My advice is to keep a close eye on her. You’re not the only one watching her. I exhale slowly and lean back in my chair. So. It’s official. She’s not Sophia Sterling, sexy heiress. She’s Sophia Chen, goddamn wrecking ball. And I should be angry. But I’m not.

This time, I took extra precaution not to let anyone see me. My steps were silent, my cloak around my head pulled tight, but my heart was screaming. Every heartbeat felt like a betrayal to my mate. Empress was waiting for me inside the same car where she used to take me to witness Evan’s wedding. “You came,” she said, her eyes gleaming when she saw me. I forced my lips into a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Of course. I promised you information.” Her gaze was sharp, measuring the truthfulness in my voice. “And?”

He goes quiet for a moment, but soon gets a thoughtful look on his face, “Well, there is one person…” “Who?” I say eagerly. “The nagata Empress. Every Empress for thousands of years has been blessed with the gift of healing. Their healing is superior to those of the makkari, it’s faster and limitless. There’s nothing an Empress can’t heal,” he informs me. “Okay, great. So you take me to this Empress and I beg her to heal Izzy.” He frowns, “It’s not that simple. Firstly, last I heard she was living in a wolf pack, one who will identify you as a venatrix immediately and secondly, people are of the belief that Isolde aided in the Empress's kidnapping recently.”

By now, perhaps Sebastian would realize I’m missing. How long have I been here? I wouldn’t be getting an answer to that, but I knew what I had to do—I needed to stall for time. “I don’t think the goddess made a mistake when she placed the empresses in power; they clearly outsmarted you all combined.” I said, feigning bravery I didn’t feel. “Outsmart? One of them had the Overlord right under her nose, and she’d rather bed him.” “None of you knew who he was either; maybe he was just very good at staying undetected.”

Jemima explained while looking at Julian flirtatiously. "Wow, interesting. What do you want?" Julian replied while covering his chest, which was hidden under a layer of clothes.

"We've retrieved you because you are a perfect genetic match for the Emperor of EN-4396. Therefore, you are going to become the new Empress." Sure, little old Ellis Steward, soon to be a lawyer for the oppressed people was going to be part of the royalty. If that was not the biggest celestial fuck you possible, she didn't know what was. "I'm offended. Did you think I would jump at joy?" she scoffed. "You can't hold me against my will. That's kidnapping. I can sue you." She patted her sides for her cell phone but soon realized that she didn't have pockets. In reality, she wasn't even wearing the same clothes from the beach. Instead, she had been adorned in a silver shimmery tunic similar to t

*placing the file on the table* (D) Is there anything else for me to do? (***) No, You can leave for now. ----------------------------------------- Hearing that the person who placed the folder went out shutting the door behind him leaving the woman in her thoughts. ----------------------------------------- (***) What type of person are you, Mr Mile? ----------------------------------------- Saying that she turned around exposing herself to us. Many of you must have already identified her. She is none other than Vineet Wright, the nerdy goody two shoes. She is not what she behaves like but the exact opposite.