Capítulo 421: Uncomfortable Encounter
Despite Neraxis not exactly getting what he wanted, he continued pacing around the giant mansion, analyzing pretty much every nook and cranny imaginable. If he was going to fight here, then he had to be aware of every entry and exit point, after all.
But he very quickly realized that despite the size, the mansion only had two exits: the front where he had entered, and a secret tunnel in the basent. The way he found it was simple. All he needed to do was go down to the cellar, knock out a guard, and then carefully inspect everything.
Nonetheless, after he was done with the surveillance, he sneaked back amongst the crowd and began drinking and eating whatever he saw.
Still, he was a little puzzled by the lack of communication from Delta’s end. After all, wasn’t he supposed to be protecting soone here? If he didn’t know who they were, then—
Delta spoke.
After a pause, she added:
Neraxis nodded.
“Got it. What about this man’s sister? You ntioned she won’t be here, but I’m getting a bad feeling about this.”
A mont of silence followed.
“…”
She really just dumped into a shark tank, didn’t she? Neraxis thought, angry, but before he could begin to complain, her voice faded from his comms.
It seed like she had said what she wanted to say, and with his mission now in full swing, Neraxis made his way over to the second floor, biting down the unease from the earlier news.
When he arrived, he saw that it had many more people than on the first floor. Furthermore, most of them seed very rich.
Designer clothes, watches that probably cost a fraction of this mansion, and even glasses with diamonds. These people showed off that they were rich, but if Neraxis were to et one of them on the street, you best believe he would generously borrow everything they had.
Right as he was about to turn the corner and begin looking for Simon, Neraxis spotted a figure coming out of the lavatory. It was a woman with black hair and purple eyes. The pressure she exuded just from her slow steps alone was enough for him to go on guard.
But before he could begin to assess her, he realized the direction she had begun walking in was the sa direction where he stood.
That realization ca one second too late, however. He wasn’t even able to make it five steps before soone tapped him on the shoulder, forcing him to turn back around.
The black-haired woman, from what Neraxis could gather, was this Moriarty Stewart’s sister, Sarah.
She puffed out her cheeks, an annoyed expression spreading across her face.
“Just where do you get off avoiding ? I thought you said we’d be eating so good food here, and yet you told to co here ahead of ti. You even stopped answering my calls.”
Neraxis rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“My bad. I thought I could take a shit before I went out. Turns out I ate sothing spoiled, so—”
“Eww… Stop.” She interrupted. “I don’t care anymore. Just rember what you promised the other day.”
Right… Neraxis sighed inwardly.
Even though she didn’t hear his sigh, she picked up on his confusion.
“Don’t you rember?” she asked, her voice cold.
Is this what everyone calls the womanly instinct? Neraxis thought, deciding to sohow weasel his way out of this.
And what better way to do that than by being oblivious?
“Sorry… I don’t rember.”
She just stared at him. He half expected her to reply, but instead, she grabbed him by his tie and suddenly dragged him into the lavatory. It was the won’s lavatory, but even then, none of the won objected to the eye candy in the form of Neraxis being there.
And soon enough, Sarah tossed him into one of the stalls, locking the door behind her. Clearly, the other won outside thought so kind of scandal was about to go down—but not Neraxis.
Her gaze didn’t portray any bit of obsession or affection. Instead, it was raw hate, directed straight at him.
“You’re not really my brother, are you?”
Neraxis tilted his head.
“What do you an?”
“You know what I an,” she shot back, pushing him against the wall. Then, out of her sleeve, a thin knife slid down.
Without wasting a beat, she placed that knife against his throat, drawing blood.
“I know you’re not my brother, because my brother is dead. The deal I made with the person who was occupying my brother’s body was that he wouldn’t show himself in my sight, and after this gala was over, he would leave.”
She edged the blade closer, stabbing a small portion of it into his throat. He didn’t move, not really feeling the need to. If she were to actually try to kill him, he would cut her head off in an instant.
As much as he would hate himself for it, he cared about his family more than the family of so complete stranger.
And so, when the silence extended past the one-minute mark, Sarah finally removed her knife from his throat, making him let out a relieved breath.
“Thanks for that.”
“You’re not denying it?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. “That you killed my brother, I an.”
“I didn’t kill anyone,” Neraxis replied. “And please, for both our sakes… let’s have this conversation later.”
She scoffed.
“You’re on a mission? You’re not even the sa guy I talked to yesterday? Just how disrespectful can you get?”
He knew she wanted to vent all her frustrations on him. After all, it wasn’t easy staring at the person who was cosplaying as her dead brother.
But even so, at the mont, the mission ca first.
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