"No need, she’s here to see the Big Boss. If you scare her away, are you going to be his girlfriend?"
The few people, hearing Wesley Ruiz say this, showed surprise on their usually stern faces. "The Big Boss’s... girlfriend?!"
"Brother Ruiz, is that for real?"
"Other than Sister Hope before, we’ve never seen another woman around the Big Boss. Does he really have a girlfriend now?"
"Ahem..." Wesley Ruiz cleared his throat softly, "Maybe in the future."
The few people found it intriguing, after all, aside from Hope Williams before, there had been no other woman around their Big Boss.
"So should we call her ’sister-in-law’?"
Wesley Ruiz gave that person a pat, "I said in the future. You know the Big Boss’s temper, don’t call randomly, or you’ll get chopped up if he hears it."
Upon hearing this, they all felt a slight fear thinking of their Big Boss’s stern face.
"Alright, everyone head back. If you keep chatting, you’ll have to run ten laps."
Reluctantly, they turned back.
Wesley Ruiz walked towards the entrance.
Zoey Sanders tiptoed and peeked inside, "Excuse , is anyone here?"
"Soone’s here." Wesley Ruiz quickly walked over to open the door for Zoey Sanders, "Miss Sanders."
Zoey Sanders didn’t expect the one opening the door for her would be Wesley Ruiz. Seeing he wasn’t surprised to see her, Zoey Sanders curiously asked, "Did you know I was coming?"
"Sister Hope gave us a heads up."
"I see." Zoey Sanders nodded.
Aunt Williams really is the best.
"Please co in, Miss Sanders."
"Thank you."
Looking at Wesley Ruiz, Zoey Sanders wondered if Liam Cloud might also be here since Wesley Ruiz was.
He probably was, as Wesley Ruiz was a direct subordinate of Liam Cloud and always stayed by his side.
So where Liam Cloud was, Wesley Ruiz would be, and seeing Wesley Ruiz ant Liam Cloud was nearby.
A small thrill ran through Zoey Sanders’s heart; it seed her luck wasn’t bad at all.
If it weren’t inappropriate to go wild outside, Zoey Sanders would have jumped up and down a couple of tis.
"Miss Sanders."
"Miss Sanders?"
Seeing Zoey Sanders standing in place enjoying herself, Wesley Ruiz called her a couple of tis, perplexed.
"Huh? I’m listening." Zoey Sanders hurriedly wiped her expression off her face.
"Please co inside."
"Mm, thank you." Zoey Sanders followed Wesley Ruiz further inside.
Wesley Ruiz walked in front while she followed behind, looking at the ancient castle before her. It hadn’t seed daunting from the outside, but inside, the architecture appeared rather... eerie.
Involuntarily, Zoey Sanders shivered and quickened her pace to keep up with Wesley Ruiz.
With a creaking sound, the heavy double doors swung open, revealing an empty house with all the curtains drawn, casting it in shadows.
No lights were on inside, and only the open door allowed a few rays of light in. However, these were not enough to illuminate the entire spacious room, leaving it in darkness that was sowhat frightening.
Perhaps due to the house’s large size, footsteps echoed as one walked, creating a "tap, tap, tap" that felt a bit uncanny and sent chills down the spine.
Furthermore, no one clearly lived here often, as visible floating dust in the air highlighted by the faint light indicated.
The doors behind closed with a "bang," plunging the room into complete darkness, making Zoey Sanders’s shoulders shrink slightly.
"Miss Sanders, please hold on a mont. It seems the lights are out; I’ll open the curtains."
"Al... alright..." Zoey Sanders dared not raise her voice. She’d been afraid of the dark since she was a kid, and even more so after being kidnapped in that small room last ti, feeling as if the dark was full of eyes staring at her.
She quickly reached into her bag for her phone but accidentally dropped it with a "thud."
Zoey Sanders closed her eyes tightly, imdiately squatting to retrieve the phone. As she groped the floor, her fingers touched sothing furry.
She jerked away, frightened.
At this mont, the house was eerily quiet even without the sound of footsteps until a "boom" echoed.
Sothing crashed to the floor, the harsh noise reverberating throughout the house.
"Ah!" The sudden sound startled Zoey Sanders, prompting her to hug her head and crouch down.
Wesley Ruiz yanked open the curtains with a sweep, letting light flood through the large window. Turning around, he saw Zoey Sanders crouching on the floor, trembling like she’d been frightened.
"Are you alright?" Wesley Ruiz quickly walked over. "I accidentally bumped into the lampstand just now."
Finally lifting her head, Zoey Sanders discovered Wesley Ruiz, who had been distant just monts ago, suddenly right in front of her. She shivered once more. "Why... didn’t your footsteps make any sound?"
Wesley Ruiz scratched his head, "Because I’m a hitman."
If his footsteps made a sound, wouldn’t he be easily noticed by enemies during missions?
He picked up the phone from the floor and returned it to Zoey Sanders. "Here you go."
Still shaken, Zoey Sanders took the phone and glanced at what she’d touched earlier: a feather duster, much to her relief.
"Thank you."
Looking around the room, Zoey Sanders concluded, "Seems like no one lives here?"
"Yes, the Big Boss rarely stays here."
Zoey Sanders quickly asked, "Then is he here today?"
Wesley Ruiz looked at her apologetically, "The Big Boss has other things recently and hasn’t been here."
Her heart sank halfway upon hearing this, "Ah? Is that so..."
She had originally thought the Goddess Fortuna had smiled upon her today; turns out, it wasn’t the case.
Zoey Sanders’s face fell, and she sighed softly, "Could I trouble you to thank him for ?" she whispered, "After all, he saved my life. In ancient tis, they’d say a life-saving grace rits marriage, but I can’t shalessly offer myself, so I should at least say thank you."
If not for Liam Cloud, her grave would have already started growing grass.
Zoey Sanders couldn’t forget that scene of eting Liam Cloud that night.
She wanted to say thank you, or perhaps she really wanted to see him again — not asking for much, just one glimpse.
Wesley Ruiz quickly noticed the disappointnt in her eyes, "It’s possible, but are you planning to leave now?"
"Mm."
Since she couldn’t et him, she could only leave; she couldn’t just stay here forever, right?
Though she wanted to see him, Zoey Sanders couldn’t bring herself to shalessly impose.
Wesley Ruiz hesitated. Seeing her about to leave so quickly, how could that be? Finally, a girl unafraid of their Big Boss showed up, and now she’d leave, then the Big Boss would truly be a lonely soul for life.
"Miss Sanders, I actually think that expressing gratitude is more sincere when said in person, right?"
Zoey Sanders pursed her lips and muttered softly, "But I can’t see him, can’t communicate over great distances."
Wesley Ruiz, "..."
"What I an is, maybe you could stay here for a few days. It’s very safe, lots of rooms to choose from. If you need, I can find a few servants to take care of you. You’re coming a long way; think of it as a vacation."
It was clear Wesley Ruiz was earnestly working to find a wife for his Big Boss.
Zoey Sanders quickly shook her hands, "No, no, staying in soone else’s house outright is not polite."
"Then can I book a hotel for you?"
"No need, no need." Zoey Sanders had co on her own; she couldn’t expect them to pay for her hotel.
"But if you leave now, you won’t get to et the Big Boss."
"When will your Big Boss co over here?"
"I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow, maybe three days later, maybe ten days to half a month, maybe a few months, or perhaps even longer."
"Oh co on, if he doesn’t co for a year, I’d be a missing person."
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