Their Mistake, Her Rise - Chapter 360: Chapter 360

Zoe had been just a breath away from admitting she was Firefox. But at the crucial moment, she bit her tongue and swallowed the words back down.
She thought she must be losing her mind. If she confessed she was Firefox, it would mean admitting defeat.
Zoe hadn't forgotten her original mission in getting close to Shawn. But now she didn't know what confession would lead to—would she have to kill Shawn to complete her assignment, or surrender and marry him? Neither outcome felt right to her.
"Still not talking?" Shawn murmured as he bit down on her earlobe. This time, Zoe didn't just feel a tickle—it sent a shiver down her spine.
But that jolt was enough to snap her out of it. She had to get away—she couldn't let Shawn continue messing with her like this.
While Shawn was distracted, Zoe bit his neck. The sharp pain made Shawn reflexively loosen his grip. Zoe seized the opportunity and darted away.
As he watched her run, Shawn narrowed his eyes.
One of the soldiers nearby whistled. "Mr. Ludwig, your fiancée's running off—aren't you going after her?"
"Man, having a fiancée looks fun. Watching you two makes me want to fall in love," another joked.
Shawn gave them a side glance and said simply, "Good luck with that."
The soldiers paused, then realized—he was showing off.
Shawn chased after Zoe. He caught up with her just outside on the training field, blocking her path.
"Running away without saying anything? That's a bad habit," he said.
"Who even are you right now?" Zoe snapped. "What happened to that cold, stoic Shawn?"
She was making it very clear—she didn't want to deal with him anymore. But he still came after her.
Shawn replied, "Have you ever cared what I wanted?"
"I don't need to," Zoe shot back.
Both of them were stubborn. Once they clashed, one of them had to back down. In the end, it was Shawn who compromised.
"I know I've been pushing too hard. But I just want to hear the truth—from you," he said. "No matter how long it takes, I'll wait."
Zoe's heart stirred slightly. She'd already guessed what Shawn was suspecting.
She had revealed too much—skills and instincts too specific, too sharp. There were very few women in the world as formidable as Firefox. It was almost impossible not to suspect her.
But she still didn't know what choice to make. Until she figured that out, she wouldn't breathe a word about her true identity.
"I just remembered—I have another appointment," Zoe said quickly. "We'll talk some other time."
"Does that mean you're coming to the international reception with me?" Shawn pressed.
"Shawn!" Zoe frowned, irritated by his persistence.
At last, Shawn fell silent.
"Don't follow me," Zoe said, and walked away without looking back.
Shawn raised a hand. The faint scent of her hair still lingered on his fingers. But Zoe was already gone.
"You little fox," he whispered to himself. "I will make you admit who you really are. And I'll make you tell everyone I'm your fiancé—with your own lips."
Zoe climbed into the car, looking both exhausted and frustrated.
Medusa glanced over and couldn't help commenting, "Boss, I've rarely seen you look this wrecked—like you've seen a ghost or something."
"Don't even bring it up," Zoe muttered, rubbing her temples. She couldn't believe how relentlessly persistent Shawn was.
"To the Marlowe Group," she instructed curtly.
As Medusa pulled the car onto the road, she asked, "Boss, rumor has it Shawn's planning to announce your engagement at the international reception. It's all over the military. What's your plan?"
Zoe waved her hand dismissively. Just thinking about it gave her a headache.