Smitten

"Eithan Meyer. You seem to be forgetting something too."

Agatha had already finished the important ones needing her stamp and approval. With a mirthless smile, she pushed away the stacks of papers to the side then continued speaking,

"Even if you wash your hands clean off, in the end, those I can't easily deal with would have means to identify you as somebody related to me. Your memory seems weak these days, no? The enemies of people like us are the same as us, probably more brutal and insane."

The man indifferently replied, "A pity then, I would have to jump ship."

"Don't make me threaten you with my fiance." She snorted.

While she said this, actually the threat was already declared, rendering Eithan' cold face turning colder. Her bad mood had already made the airconditioning of the room reached a freezing point, now the secretaries at the nearby glass room, who could feel the change in temperature beyond the glass wall were shivering.

Agatha noticed this and leaned her back. With