Chapter 7 Not Washing Your Hands

Violet blushed and cleared her throat. "Um, I'm going to … poop."

"Mr. Cooper." Carl's tone puzzled her. "Stop wasting time on such trivial matters."

"Everyone needs to poop." Violet knew that she shouldn't make Carl angry. Unfortunately, he took offense at her simple answer.

Apparently, the only answer Carl accepted was "Yes, sir," when it came to his requests.

Carl stared at Violet without saying anything. His gaze was turning colder by the minute.

As they stared at each other, Violet could hear water splashing. Her face reddened. To hide it, she lowered her head.

"Can I go poop now?" she asked in a small voice.

Carl zipped up his pants. Eyebrows raised, he looked over at Violet. His stern expression was even more severe because of his tightened jaw. He stepped closer to Violet and lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Why are you blushing, Mr. Cooper?"

Violet's breathing quickened. She tried to step back, but Carl kept a tight hold on her chin.

The dim lighting in the toilet was suggestive enough to make Violet avoid his gaze.

"Mr. Walker," she began hesitantly. "You didn't wash your hands."

He'd just touched his nether regions, and now he was touching her. The thought made Violet feel grossed out.

Carl smiled, but only for an instant. "Mr. Cooper, if you manage to change my sexual preferences somehow, you're going to have to take up the responsibility."

Then, he turned and left.

Violet stood frozen in place, completely in shock. She wondered why she hadn't punched the lights out of Carl earlier.

Then, three drunk men entered the bathroom. When they saw Violet, they laughed.

"This one's a bottom, for sure."

"Are you interested in this kind of thing?"

"You wanna try me out tonight?"

As they spoke, they reached out to touch Violet.

Violet gave them a disdainful look. Ten seconds later, all three men were on the ground.

Violet did not return to Carl's room. She needed to cause a commotion in the Monarch Hotel before she could save Whitney.

Since she was familiar with the security layout of every hotel in the city, it didn't take too much effort to cut the electricity in the Monarch Hotel.

She put on a pair of special glasses that Novya had bought her. The glasses allowed her to see at night as if it were day. It was specially designed for her night blindness.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the most convenient. Novya said that she needed to take over a thousand missions before he would give her the contact lens version.

As soon as the entire hotel was plunged into darkness, Violet quickly went back to Carl's room. To her surprise, there were people fighting in the room.

Was someone here to kill Carl?

He was rich and arrogant. Plenty of people wanted him dead.

However, Novya had clearly indicated before that he wouldn't accept any orders on Carl's life. He did not want to be at odds with the Night Crawlers, at least for now.

Therefore, Violet was sure of one thing. These assassins were not from her agency.

Carl sat calmly while drinking his tea in the dark. Elle was shrunk against him in fright, but there was no sign of Whitney anywhere.

Whitney!

Violet looked around anxiously. Finally, she saw Whitney standing by the couch in the corner. She fought her way over and picked her up.

Whitney screamed, "Help! Carl, help me!"

Violet covered her mouth with a hand and left the room, still carrying her.

She took her to a safer spot and said softly, "Whitney, it's Mommy."

"Mommy!" Whitney hugged her tightly and kissed her on the cheek. "I knew you would save me, Mommy!"

Violet poked her forehead. "Yeah, I saved you. I'll deal with you when we get home."

"Mommy." Whitney tugged on her hand. "We should ask Carl to go home with us."

Violet stared at her. "That villa is nice, but it's not for us."

Whitney cocked her head to the side. "Do you not like Carl, Mommy?"

"Of course not!" Violet lowered her voice. "He's old enough to be your dad!"

Whitney laughed. There seemed to be some kind of implied meaning behind her laugh.

Violet frowned. She didn't know what Whitney was thinking.

"Mommy, I don't want to leave!" Whitney said. "Can't we both live in Carl's villa? You look so handsome as a man!"

"Darling, do you know who he is? If you want a boyfriend, find someone less high profile! At this rate, we're both going to die!" Violet reasoned.

"I know what I'm doing!" Whitney said determinedly. Then, she muttered something that Violet did not catch.

Seeing that her advice wasn't getting through to Whitney, Violet decided to just grab her and run.

"Mommy, let me go!"

"I'll have to deal with you when we get home."

"Ah! Help! Someone's kidnapping me! Carl, please help me!" Whitney suddenly screamed.

Violet could clearly see the mischief in her eyes. Then, she saw Carl making his way toward them.

She had heard that Carl was devilishly good at fighting. Violet held her breath and kept as still as she could so that he wouldn't detect her.