The Devil's obs Chapter 29: Just Who Are You, Little Rose?

Chapter 29: Just Who Are You, Little Rose?

"Really? Who is it this ti?" Aliana asked, raising an eyebrow with genuine interest.

"Well, boss... it’s you," Nigel replied in a small, cautious voice.

When Aliana simply stared at him with a perfectly blank expression, Nigel began to grow uneasy, sensing an incoming storm of denial.

"I think you’ve been watching far too much drama lately. It’s clearly muddled your brain," Aliana said, rolling her eyes.

"Actually, Boss, I barely have ti for TV these days when there’s a real-life drama unfolding right in front of my eyes," Nigel stated, that familiar sparkle appearing in his eyes whenever he caught a whiff of a new plotline.

"Really?" Aliana scoffed. "And who, exactly, am I sparking with?"

"The mysterious male god we t today," Nigel replied, a cheeky smile playing on his lips.

Aliana knew exactly who he was talking about.

"Nigel... stop sprouting nonsense and get back to work. Clearly, if you have ti to think about non-existent scenarios, you have enough room on your plate for more work," Aliana threatened.

"What?! No... I an, I’m drowning already, Boss! Please, have rcy on my soul," Nigel exclaid, his "drama-seeking" face instantly replaced by one of pure panic.

"Maybe not enough. And now that I think about it, I need you to dig up every bit of dirt you can find on Jas Walter’s mistress, Lora Hill," Aliana added, recalling her end of the deal with Rose.

"Lora Hill?" Nigel repeated, his brows furrowed as he tried to recall where he had heard that na before.

"Rember that pervert, Jack Hill? She’s his mother, and also the mistress of Rose Walters’ husband," Aliana inford him.

"Oh... what could she have possibly done to deserve a deep dive into her personal life?" Nigel asked curiously. He knew Aliana never asked to dig up dirt without a very good reason.

"Apparently, she’s running a sar campaign against

after what happened to her precious son," Aliana said.

"I see. I’ll get right on it," Nigel agreed imdiately, loyal as ever.

"Good. Also, while you’re at it, find everything you can about Gavriel. I want to know every possible detail about the man."

A sly smile began to play on Nigel’s lips again at the ntion of Gavriel.

Aliana rolled her eyes. "Stop dragging your mind through the gutter. I need information because he seems..." She paused, searching for the right word.

"Mysterious?" Nigel guessed helpfully.

"Mysterious, yes. Which is exactly why he’s dangerous," Aliana replied thoughtfully. "Find out whatever you can, even though I know Dad is already on the case. I need the kind of off-the-record information only your sources can find."

"Consider it done, Boss," Nigel replied with a nod.

"Alright, now let’s get back to the task at hand. I see so of the shortlisted suitors are already present at the conference. We can set up etings for those who have previously expressed interest in a union," Aliana stated.

Nigel looked at her, skeptical. "Are you sure you want to et them here?"

"Why not? Since several of them are already in one place, I don’t see the point in delaying. We have ample ti once the conference sessions end in the evening. I can find an hour or two to et them," Aliana replied, shrugging her elegant shoulders.

Nigel knew what she was saying made perfect logical sense, but he couldn’t shake the "spark" he had witnessed from the sidelines today. After seeing her with the mysterious chairman of Archon Group, he highly doubted that eting any of these n would lead anywhere.

Still, he would follow her orders... gladly, in fact. He wanted a front-row seat to see exactly how this real-life drama would unfold.

’This should be interesting,’ Nigel thought to himself before agreeing and imdiately setting to work on arranging the etings.

While Aliana was busy finding a suitor to fulfil the deal she had made with her father, a very different scene was unfolding on the other side of the hotel.

In a large suite lit only by a few dim lamps, a tall man stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the vast, dark sea.

He was dressed in a black silk robe tied loosely at his waist, leaving his smooth, pale skin and the incredibly sculpted, powerful muscles of his chest and abdon exposed. Damp strands of raven-black hair kissed his forehead, and stray droplets of water glided slowly from the nape of his neck down his spine.

His hand held a glass of wine, which he swirled with effortless elegance. His icy blue eyes glead, reflecting the light of the near-full moon that hung over the water.

Suddenly, there was a sharp shift in the air. The temperature seed to drop, but Gavriel didn’t bother to turn around to see who had entered.

"Master," a low, gruff voice echoed from the shadows behind him. "I’ve got her."

He remained still, facing the window. Through the glass, he watched the faint reflection of a man in a rugged, dark hood that obscured his face. The hooded figure held the malevolent spirit, who was shivering violently against his grip in pure terror.

In a low, deep voice, Gavriel asked, "Why did you attack that woman today?"

"F-forgive , Milord... I-I didn’t know she w-was known to you," the ghost stamred, her voice warped and doubled with an eerie resonance.

Gavriel didn’t react.

He simply asked again, his voice dropping to a lethal, icy tone. "Why did you do it?"

"I-I... heard o-others whispering that she holds the p-power to release us. P-please, milord... f-forgive . I didn’t know that woman was with y-you," the ghost trembled in fright.

At that, Gavriel stilled, the gentle motion of swirling wine in his glass coming to a halt.

His gaze lifted slightly, eting the dull red eyes of the man reflected in the glass of the window, and he gave a slow, deliberate nod.

No sooner, the hooded man’s hand glowed faintly red as he drove his clawed hand straight through the woman’s chest from behind. A piercing scream tore through the air before she dissolved completely, vanishing as though she had never existed.

"Keep a close eye on her. I want to know everything," Gavriel ordered.

The man bowed his head. "Yes, Master," he replied, before his form dissolved into a cloud of thick, black smoke and vanished from the room.

Gavriel took another slow sip of his wine, his gaze returning to the dark horizon.

"Just who... are you, little rose?" he whispered into the silence, the words barely more than a breath against the rim of his glass.