Their Mistake, Her Rise - Chapter 438: Chapter 438

"Shady dealings in this place will never truly stop," she went on. "But if we put someone we trust in charge here, we can put an end to most of the illicit trades. Isn't that our ultimate goal?"
Neither Zoe nor Shawn truly understood Dimitri, but his actions spoke volumes. He might be ruthless, but he never crossed certain lines—at the very least, he'd never been involved in inhuman crimes like human or organ trafficking.
As long as Zoe got him to issue an outright ban on this operation in the future, countless lives could be spared from this illegal trade.
"Also, I've already had Dimitri look into Jennifer's case," she added.
Dimitri was Francis's superior, so he should be able to track down Jennifer.
Shawn looked at Zoe, eyeing her carefully. "You're even more capable than I imagined. Are you sure you and Firefox are just acquaintances?"
Shawn's sudden mention of Firefox set off alarm bells in Zoe's mind.
"Why the sudden question?" she said. "You've met Firefox before—it's not like I look anything like her, do I?" Shawn narrowed his eyes, studying her closely.
She was still not willing to tell him the truth. Shawn wondered why Zoe was so determined to hide her identity. 'Is she still planning to kill me?' he thought.
But Shawn immediately dismissed the thought. If Zoe really wanted him dead, she'd had countless chances. But not only had she never tried to hurt him, she had actually helped him out more than once—even fiercely defended him in front of others.
So Zoe wouldn't kill him. As for why she was hiding her true identity, he would figure that out in time.
Shawn said, "Let's go on a date."
Zoe was pulled along for a few steps before it finally hit her. She turned, half-joking and half-incredulous, and said, "Wait, a date?"
Shawn turned to meet Zoe's gaze. "Yeah."
The exclusive district had it all—and when it came to dating spots, young lovers were truly spoiled for choice.
Shawn had no clue what girls liked, but that didn't stop him from learning. After scouring all the trending hotspots in the district, he'd already put together a date itinerary.
Zoe stared at the venue before her, completely speechless.
She thought normal couples would go to a concert or have a candlelit dinner at some scenic spot, but Shawn took her to an underground fight club.
Shawn pulled Zoe into the fight club, already packed to the rafters. The crowd was pumping their fists, roaring with excitement.
"You brought me here to watch a boxing match?" Zoe asked, genuinely puzzled. She prided herself on being sharp, but right now, Shawn's bizarre move had her completely baffled.
They found seats. Soon, the fighters took the ring. One of them—a guy sporting a golden championship belt—stepped in, raising his arms in triumph as the crowd went wild.
"Champ!" the crowd erupted, chanting wildly.
Soon, another fighter entered the ring. This time, the crowd fell silent—no one clapped for him. He was just a slender Clusian man, and to Zoe, there was nothing remarkable about him.
"Place your bets!" the bookmaker shouted. "Last chance to get your money in!"
The underground fight club wasn't just about the fights—gambling was rampant too, with crowds rushing to place their bets.
Zoe glanced at Shawn. "Are you going to place a bet too?"
"Just watch," Shawn said, his expression unreadable.
Zoe fell silent, turning her attention to the ring as she waited for the fight to begin.
There was a clear mismatch in physique between the two. From their first exchange, Zoe already knew the Clusian fighter was going to lose.
He lacked both explosiveness and speed—up against that seasoned champion, he stood no chance and was bound to get pummeled. Sure enough, the Clusian fighter lost the first round, and it was a brutal defeat.
The following matches were equally one-sided—he was quickly defeated by the champion.