The smoke seemed to have dizzy the air, and Paige couldn’t see him clearly.
That silhouette wasn’t clear enough at the moment.
But suddenly, the nerves in her body loosened, her legs grew weak, and she walked towards him step by step.
Enrico sat in his seat without moving, removed the cigarette from his mouth, and uninhibitedly flicked the ashes. He curled his lips, and his deep voice was tinged with a hint of evil and seven parts casualness, “You came alone?”
Paige sat down silently next to him. The strong smell of blood on her body made Enrico freeze in his motion of flicking the ashes.
In the darkness, his eyes were even darker than the night.
The screen light from the old movie only hits the first few rows, and they are completely hidden here.
Paige looked in the direction of the big screen, with her hands on her knees, her fingers spread wide and relaxed, her voice faint, “Since you were counting the time, you should know that I’m only just arriving now, and I’m not alone recklessly charging into the fire regardless of the danger.”
She had cleaned up the group of people before coming to find him.
Isn’t this the result he wanted?
“Oh.”
Enrico sat there, his voice not at all satisfied, “So should I praise you? No, you should praise me. On the whole, am I more capable than you?”
At the end of his sentence, his voice revealed mockery.
The two of them were sitting here, she was covered in blood, weak, and he was clean, even able to leisurely watch old movies in the midst of the fire. I’m afraid that the people from the Zaifa side didn’t even touch him.
With such a stark contrast, he is indeed much smarter than she is as bait, and he won’t put himself in danger.
Paige also feels ironic.
She wants to tell him that she knows he messed up the plan, that she is panicking, that she is scared, that he really got into danger to teach her a lesson, and that she is scared that something will happen to him… But at this moment, she can’t say it.
Because she knows that what she wants to say, he is already too lazy to tell her anymore.
“When did you know?” she asked in a low voice, afraid to look at his face.
“I knew something was wrong after Rafael first met those people,” Enrico’s voice was cold and indifferent. ‘Since you want to play, I’ll play along with you.’
After saying that, he took the cigarette back into his mouth, and the smell of tobacco spread between the two of them, mixing with the smell of blood on her body. It didn’t smell good.
“…”
Paige was silent.
“Isn’t this fun? When you know I’m in danger, I become a person in a box. The box is unopened, and no matter how clever you are, you can’t be sure whether the person inside is alive or a corpse.”
At the moment, even his teasing had an aggressive tone. “Guess how many times I’ve guessed the box for you?”
Upon hearing this, Paige’s heart tightened with pain.
She lowered her eyes, wanting to say something to ease the suffocating atmosphere. “I…”
She only managed to say one word before Enrico stopped her from continuing. He spoke for her, “I have no choice. So many people are in dire straits. I just want to do my part. I know what I’m doing. I’ll protect myself. I won’t let anything happen to me. I trust you. You’ll definitely be able to save me in time.”
“…”
Paige was dumbfounded, listening to his low, measured words, and she had no idea what to say in reply.
“Just this once, and I’ll never do it again. This will definitely be the last time.”
Enrico imitated her words, and as he spoke, he laughed, a mocking laugh.
“…”
Paige listened, her spine stiffening, and a chill shot from her fingers to her heart.
“What else?”
Enrico twirled the burning cigarette between his fingers, and after a few seconds of pondering, he laughed, ‘Oh, yes, Enrico, you have to believe me, I have you and Gabriel, why would I put myself in real danger? I have it all planned out.’
“…”
Paige could hardly sit still, wanting to escape, to run as far away as possible.
Suddenly, her chin was grabbed.
The man’s fingers were cold, without any warmth.
She was forced to turn her head and meet Enrico’s dark, surging eyes.
He stared at her in the darkness, at her messy long hair and the bloodstains around her eyes.
His lips curled up in a mocking smile, his eyes unreadable. He gently stroked her chin with the pad of his finger, as if caressing her.
After a long while, he said, “Paige, you’re like this…”
“…”
“It’s meaningless.”
He said, his smile disappearing, and his hand sliding off her chin.
The next second, Enrico stood up from his seat, looking down at her knees that were propped against the front of the chair, ‘Excuse me.’
“…”
Paige didn’t move.
Seeing this, Enrico didn’t say anything, just chuckled lightly, turned around and left from the other side, not looking back.
He threw the cigarette on the floor.
The blood-red light quickly went out and blended into the darkness.
Seeing Enrico stand up, the group of subordinates dared not watch TV anymore and followed suit, getting ready to leave.
They had had a miraculous day. Mr. Gustin had led them in the attack, and before they had even fought much, they had begun to pretend to be no match for the enemy, set the building on fire, and then… sat back and watched a movie.
What they didn’t know was that outside, there was a real gunfight going on, with blood spilling everywhere and lives being wasted.
On the big screen, in an old movie, flowers were blooming gloriously.
Paige sat in a chair, her eyes downcast, her feet extended out and sweeping the dark room, stepping on cigarette butts all over the floor.
He sat here alone, smoking countless cigarettes.
Suddenly, her throat felt scratchy and uncomfortable.
It seemed like she was in the wrong.
“Why, you still won’t leave, are you going to stay and let me keep guessing what’s in the box?” Enrico’s cold voice came from afar.
Paige knew she was in the wrong, and without explaining anything, she stood up from her seat in silence and followed them out of the AV room.
The group went up to the roof.
The fire was burning quickly, and the smoke had already reached the roof. If she had arrived later and he had stayed here longer, the helicopter would not have been able to save him.
Once they reached the rooftop, the sun shone down brightly, making the blood stains on Paige’s body even more glaring and eye-catching. Her subordinates gasped in horror as they stared at her, all of them keeping a close eye on her.
Seeing that she was moving freely, they guessed that it wasn’t her wound. One or two of them couldn’t help but compliment her, “Young Mistress, you’re really good at martial arts.”
“Yes, those plutocrats were really overestimating themselves when they tried to fight Mr. Gustin and the young mistress.”
“Young lady, you go ahead and get in the helicopter with Mr. Gustin. It’s going to get hard to walk if the smoke gets any worse.”
They continued to pay her compliments, while Enrico stood in front of the helicopter, his back turned to her, and gave a cold smile before leaping up and getting into the helicopter.
Paige remained silent the entire time, following Enrico inside, sitting next to him, and whispering, ‘I’m not injured.’
There might have been some impact injuries, but right now, she didn’t dare say anything at all.
“…”
Enrico didn’t say a word, didn’t even look at her, just sat there staring out the window as if she didn’t exist.
She looked at his cold, hard profile and vaguely understood that this time, he was really difficult to please.