Their Mistake, Her Rise - Chapter 178: Chapter 178
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If she said "wait and see," then that's exactly what she'd do—wait and see.
Samuel, the heir of the White family, was as efficient as ever. From the moment Sophia called him for help to when he got back to her, it took less than half an hour.
No wonder, if he didn't have so many powerful friends, he wouldn't know so much about Firefox's private affairs, including that whole orphanage incident.
"I've already sent you his contact info. The address will take a bit longer—this guy's like a ghost, impossible to pin down. I've done my best," Samuel said.
"You're amazing, Samuel! Someone this hard to find, and you tracked him down so fast. Once everything works out, dinner's on me." Sophia was practically glowing at the thought of finally beating Zoe.
"Alright, Samuel, we'll talk later. I'm going to contact the miracle doctor right now." With that, Sophia hung up on her brother and immediately dialed the number he'd sent her.
The phone barely rang before someone picked up. A tired male voice answered, "Hello?"
"Hi, are you Mr. Lewind, the miracle doctor?" Sophia asked, barely able to contain her excitement.
"Yes," came the blunt reply.
Sophia tried to steady her nerves and said, "Here's the thing and I need your help treating a patient. Name your price. The White family of Jelonsburg, Clusia, always keeps its promises and you won't be disappointed."
She figured being upfront about her identity would do the trick. Sophia thought, 'Aren't these reclusive masters supposed to appreciate people who got straight to the point?' Sophia was sure Yancy would agree.
But to her shock, he just tossed out two words: "No time," and hung up on her.
He hung up. Sophia stared at her phone in disbelief.
She'd already said she was from the White family, and he still hung up on her. Sophia thought, 'Seriously? Didn't he hear of the White family? How dare he hang up on me.'
Fuming, Sophia tried calling back, only to realize she'd already been blocked. She couldn't get through at all. She thought this miracle doctor really had some nerve.
But she wasn't about to give up. Now that she had his number, she refused to believe she couldn't convince him.
So Sophia tried calling from other phones, but as soon as he heard her voice, he'd hang up immediately—never even giving her a chance to explain.
Sophia was furious, but there was nothing she could do.
The press conference had wrapped up, and Shawn led Zoe away from the venue.
Once they stepped into the elevator and realized it was just the two of them, Zoe wanted to get to the bottom of things. After all, they'd agreed to fake being a couple before.
She remembered what Medusa had told her. If she wanted to find out whether Shawn actually had feelings for her, she had to push things this far. Only then would her seduction-and-assassination plan stand a chance of working.
"Shawn, now that it's just us, can I get a little closer?" Zoe suddenly flashed a flirtatious smile and leaned in, her whole demeanor bold and a little bit cheeky.
To her surprise, Shawn didn't stop her. In fact, it almost seemed like he was letting her do whatever she wanted.
Zoe tamped down her suspicions and reached out, placing her hand right on Shawn's collar. "Your tie's a little crooked. Let me fix it for you," she said, her tone casual but direct.
She'd heard that a man was super sensitive and definitely off-limits to his Adam's Apple. But that just made her want to do it even more.
After all, she hadn't come to Clusia to fall in love with Shawn. She was here for one reason only to kill him. That goal was crystal clear and had never changed.
But as Zoe's fingers brushed his collar and slowly slid up, lightly touching the curve of Shawn's Adam's apple.
Zoe's eyes darkened, and a flicker of killing intent flashed through them.
This was probably the closest she'd ever been to Shawn. At this distance, she figured she had a fifty-fifty shot at snapping his throat with ease.
But just as Zoe's fingertips grazed his throat, Shawn suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Of course—even now, he never let his guard down. She'd been too hasty.
Good thing she hadn't made a move. Otherwise, everything she'd done for her seduction-and-assassination plan would have gone up in smoke.
"Had enough fun?" A cool, detached voice sounded from above, unexpectedly laced with a hint of masculine allure.
Zoe snapped back to herself. "Not yet. I still want to feel your heartbeat and see if it's racing as wildly as mine."
She sounded so much like a lovestruck girl that it made people wonder if she was really still the cold-blooded mercenary, Firefox.
But Shawn knew it was all just an act from this cunning little fox. Since she wanted to play, he was more than happy to go along with it. A smirk tugged at Shawn's lips.
"Shawn, I think I'm feeling a little dizzy. How about you carry me?" Zoe suddenly pressed a hand to her forehead, then let her whole weight fall against Shawn.
Shawn didn't refuse. With his powerful build, picking Zoe up was effortless.
Honestly, even if he had to carry her for a 12.5-mile ruck march, Shawn would barely break a sweat.
And this obedient, accommodating side of Shawn was nothing like the cold, ruthless legendary warrior she remembered.
She never expected Shawn to have such a side in private, and Zoe just couldn't resist teasing him. She loved seeing that stormy, brooding look on his face when he was annoyed.
So she deliberately wrapped her arms around Shawn's neck, pressing in close and whispering, "Shawn, I still feel a little dizzy. Maybe I'm running out of air. How about you give me a little oxygen?"
Every move in her little seduction playbook was straight from Medusa. With Medusa's expertise in the art of love, Zoe was more than confident.
Sure enough, Shawn's sharp, obsidian eyes locked onto her, watching her like a clever little fox testing the limits of its hunter.
But a hunter is always a hunter. He never gives his prey a chance to escape. Once he's got his target, it's all or nothing.
Without a word, Shawn answered her request with action, not words.
Before Zoe could react, his lips were on hers—a kiss as light as a feather, sending a shiver and a tingle through her.
Zoe'd had her share of close encounters, but she never imagined that when Shawn got serious, his kissing could be this good. That kiss was so electrifying that even someone as strong-willed as her lost focus for a split second.
As the Queen of Mercenaries, she knew that even a moment's distraction could mean death. Realizing she'd let her guard down, Zoe parted her lips and bit Shawn back.
The wild bite didn't make him let go—instead, Shawn only deepened the kiss, refusing to back down.
No one knew how long it lasted. When Shawn finally let her go, the kiss ended at last.
Blood stained the corner of his mouth where she'd bitten him, the metallic taste mixing with her sweetness—a flavor that was dangerously addictive.
Samuel, the heir of the White family, was as efficient as ever. From the moment Sophia called him for help to when he got back to her, it took less than half an hour.
No wonder, if he didn't have so many powerful friends, he wouldn't know so much about Firefox's private affairs, including that whole orphanage incident.
"I've already sent you his contact info. The address will take a bit longer—this guy's like a ghost, impossible to pin down. I've done my best," Samuel said.
"You're amazing, Samuel! Someone this hard to find, and you tracked him down so fast. Once everything works out, dinner's on me." Sophia was practically glowing at the thought of finally beating Zoe.
"Alright, Samuel, we'll talk later. I'm going to contact the miracle doctor right now." With that, Sophia hung up on her brother and immediately dialed the number he'd sent her.
The phone barely rang before someone picked up. A tired male voice answered, "Hello?"
"Hi, are you Mr. Lewind, the miracle doctor?" Sophia asked, barely able to contain her excitement.
"Yes," came the blunt reply.
Sophia tried to steady her nerves and said, "Here's the thing and I need your help treating a patient. Name your price. The White family of Jelonsburg, Clusia, always keeps its promises and you won't be disappointed."
She figured being upfront about her identity would do the trick. Sophia thought, 'Aren't these reclusive masters supposed to appreciate people who got straight to the point?' Sophia was sure Yancy would agree.
But to her shock, he just tossed out two words: "No time," and hung up on her.
He hung up. Sophia stared at her phone in disbelief.
She'd already said she was from the White family, and he still hung up on her. Sophia thought, 'Seriously? Didn't he hear of the White family? How dare he hang up on me.'
Fuming, Sophia tried calling back, only to realize she'd already been blocked. She couldn't get through at all. She thought this miracle doctor really had some nerve.
But she wasn't about to give up. Now that she had his number, she refused to believe she couldn't convince him.
So Sophia tried calling from other phones, but as soon as he heard her voice, he'd hang up immediately—never even giving her a chance to explain.
Sophia was furious, but there was nothing she could do.
The press conference had wrapped up, and Shawn led Zoe away from the venue.
Once they stepped into the elevator and realized it was just the two of them, Zoe wanted to get to the bottom of things. After all, they'd agreed to fake being a couple before.
She remembered what Medusa had told her. If she wanted to find out whether Shawn actually had feelings for her, she had to push things this far. Only then would her seduction-and-assassination plan stand a chance of working.
"Shawn, now that it's just us, can I get a little closer?" Zoe suddenly flashed a flirtatious smile and leaned in, her whole demeanor bold and a little bit cheeky.
To her surprise, Shawn didn't stop her. In fact, it almost seemed like he was letting her do whatever she wanted.
Zoe tamped down her suspicions and reached out, placing her hand right on Shawn's collar. "Your tie's a little crooked. Let me fix it for you," she said, her tone casual but direct.
She'd heard that a man was super sensitive and definitely off-limits to his Adam's Apple. But that just made her want to do it even more.
After all, she hadn't come to Clusia to fall in love with Shawn. She was here for one reason only to kill him. That goal was crystal clear and had never changed.
But as Zoe's fingers brushed his collar and slowly slid up, lightly touching the curve of Shawn's Adam's apple.
Zoe's eyes darkened, and a flicker of killing intent flashed through them.
This was probably the closest she'd ever been to Shawn. At this distance, she figured she had a fifty-fifty shot at snapping his throat with ease.
But just as Zoe's fingertips grazed his throat, Shawn suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Of course—even now, he never let his guard down. She'd been too hasty.
Good thing she hadn't made a move. Otherwise, everything she'd done for her seduction-and-assassination plan would have gone up in smoke.
"Had enough fun?" A cool, detached voice sounded from above, unexpectedly laced with a hint of masculine allure.
Zoe snapped back to herself. "Not yet. I still want to feel your heartbeat and see if it's racing as wildly as mine."
She sounded so much like a lovestruck girl that it made people wonder if she was really still the cold-blooded mercenary, Firefox.
But Shawn knew it was all just an act from this cunning little fox. Since she wanted to play, he was more than happy to go along with it. A smirk tugged at Shawn's lips.
"Shawn, I think I'm feeling a little dizzy. How about you carry me?" Zoe suddenly pressed a hand to her forehead, then let her whole weight fall against Shawn.
Shawn didn't refuse. With his powerful build, picking Zoe up was effortless.
Honestly, even if he had to carry her for a 12.5-mile ruck march, Shawn would barely break a sweat.
And this obedient, accommodating side of Shawn was nothing like the cold, ruthless legendary warrior she remembered.
She never expected Shawn to have such a side in private, and Zoe just couldn't resist teasing him. She loved seeing that stormy, brooding look on his face when he was annoyed.
So she deliberately wrapped her arms around Shawn's neck, pressing in close and whispering, "Shawn, I still feel a little dizzy. Maybe I'm running out of air. How about you give me a little oxygen?"
Every move in her little seduction playbook was straight from Medusa. With Medusa's expertise in the art of love, Zoe was more than confident.
Sure enough, Shawn's sharp, obsidian eyes locked onto her, watching her like a clever little fox testing the limits of its hunter.
But a hunter is always a hunter. He never gives his prey a chance to escape. Once he's got his target, it's all or nothing.
Without a word, Shawn answered her request with action, not words.
Before Zoe could react, his lips were on hers—a kiss as light as a feather, sending a shiver and a tingle through her.
Zoe'd had her share of close encounters, but she never imagined that when Shawn got serious, his kissing could be this good. That kiss was so electrifying that even someone as strong-willed as her lost focus for a split second.
As the Queen of Mercenaries, she knew that even a moment's distraction could mean death. Realizing she'd let her guard down, Zoe parted her lips and bit Shawn back.
The wild bite didn't make him let go—instead, Shawn only deepened the kiss, refusing to back down.
No one knew how long it lasted. When Shawn finally let her go, the kiss ended at last.
Blood stained the corner of his mouth where she'd bitten him, the metallic taste mixing with her sweetness—a flavor that was dangerously addictive.
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