Chapter 2 The Handsome Guy

Six years passed.

Violet was sleeping peacefully in her bed when a little girl shuffled into the room. The kid had a croissant in one hand and a lollipop in another.

The girl put the food down and climbed into Violet's bed. "Mommy, I saw a very handsome man!" She tried to pry open Violet's eyelids, then flung herself across her chest.

"How handsome?" Violet asked blearily.

The little girl blinked. Her eyes were bright and clear. She twisted her hair around her fingers and said brightly, "Very handsome!

After that incident six years ago, Violet fell pregnant with this little girl. She had no idea who the child's father was, so she named her Whitney Cash. Cash was her last name because Violet loved money.

Violet was still furious at the mere thought of that man.

After the incident, she had gone back to the Royal Vacation Hotel to get the surveillance tapes. However, someone else had taken them all before she could. Until now, she still had no idea who had taken advantage of her that night.

Violet cracked open her eyes and mumbled, "Whitney, handsome guys are not practical. When will you stop going for looks?"

"This one's different!" Whitney said earnestly.

Violet did not pick up on her seriousness since she was barely awake.

"How different can it be?" she asked. "It's just a face. It's not like you can fill your stomach by looking at it."

Whitney laughed. She thought that her mom, in all her money-grubbing and food-loving ways, was extremely cute.

"Mommy, do you want to find Daddy?" she asked hopefully.

Violet's eyes lit up in anger. "Yes," she gritted out.

Whitney felt a chill run down her spine. "And what are you going to do after you find him?" she asked cautiously.

"Kill him," Violet answered, only half-joking.

Whitney was stunned for a moment. As Violet nodded off again, an idea came to her. She laughed and kissed Violet on the cheek. "I love you, Mommy. Your breakfast is on the table."

Then, she climbed off the bed. She tied her hair into pigtails in front of the mirror before leaving the house.

Violet did not wake up until noon. After enjoying the breakfast that Whitney had prepared for her, she went out to the playground to look for her daughter.

Whitney was only five, but she was smarter than most of her peers.

Perhaps it was because the little girl had grown up without a father that she tended to stare at handsome men. She always said that if Violet didn't find her a father soon, she would get her a boyfriend instead.

"What? Whitney's not here?" Violet had a bad feeling about this.

"She left quite early, saying something about a handsome guy," one of the regulars told her.

Violet was exasperated. Whitney had a taste for handsome guys, but she'd always been well-behaved and never strayed too far from Violet. How handsome would that man have to be for her to run away from home?

Without hesitation, Violet called the head of the Novya Assassin Agency, Novya Kaplan.

"My daughter is missing," she said calmly.

Novya had connections in both the police and the underground forces. Even though he looked like a regular man in his fifties, he had a certain degree of capability. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made it to the top of the agency.

"Hm?" Novya said dismissively. "Whitney is just the daughter of a bastard. You lose nothing by losing her."

"Mr. Kaplan," Violet said dryly. "I'm quite busy lately, so please remove my name from the list for the time being."

"Let me call you back in two minutes," Novya replied. Then, he hung up.

Violet sat down on some steps and looked up at the sky, stretching out her limbs.

"Your kid has gotten into big trouble this time," Novya said grimly when he called back.

"What happened to her?" Violet asked, frowning.

"She's set her sights on the president of the Horizon Group, Carl Walker," Novya explained. "You know, the company that can easily cause a global financial crisis if its president wanted."

The Horizon Group was the biggest publicly listed company in Avana. It was very successful on the global stage. Its president was said to be Satan incarnate for his ruthless tactics and cold demeanor.

Most importantly, he was also closely associated with the mysterious leader of the Night Crawlers, the biggest underground organization in the world. Everyone feared him.

"Is Whitney okay?" That was all Violet wanted to know.

If the rumors were true, Violet's daughter might have died while she slept.

"She's fine for now," Novya replied.

Violet relaxed slightly. "Got it," she said while standing up. Then, she hung up the phone.

She called a cab and went over to Carl's private villa. There were a lot of bodyguards stationed outside the villa.

Violet looked around. She saw that there were two lines at the door, one made up of men and one of women.

What was going on?

Violet hid herself in a secluded corner to avoid being seen. Then, she called Novya again.

"Mr. Kaplan, can you help me find out what those people are doing at the Walker residence?" she asked.

"I was just about to tell you," Novya replied serenely. "Carl Walker is hiring bodyguards and maids."

"Okay," Violet answered, a plan quickly forming in her head. "Once I rescue Whitney, I'll treat you to dinner."

After hanging up, she adjusted her ponytail and headed over to the queue for maids. At the same time, two nicely dressed young women exited dejectedly.

"I thought this could be the perfect opportunity to get into the Walker residence and seduce Carl Walker! Then I'd be Mrs. Walker!" one of the women said.

"Most of us are here for that exact reason. Unfortunately, he has more requirements for a maid than a beauty pageant! For one, she has to be pretty and has no moles."

The other woman continued grumbling, "She also has to be a virgin, and her legs have to be longer than 43 inches. Her bust must be at least a C-cup, and she must have long, straight hair that has never been dyed. There's more but I can't remember them all!"

The two young women walked away while ranting to each other.

Violet stood still. She'd never seen Carl before. Due to his cold personality, no media or magazine had ever interviewed him.

Violet glanced down at her chest, then at her legs. Apart from her hair, she met none of the requirements to get hired as a maid at Carl's villa.