"What I meant to say is that Miss Zhan is a hostage, a very important one. For the success of our plan, it would be best if you didn't touch her. If you have those needs, I can take care of them," she offered.
"You can?"
As if suddenly enlightened, Yan Zhan's slender fingers gently tapped on his office desk, asking indifferently as though truly hesitating and pondering, silent for a long time. This attitude of his made Yang Mei even more confused about his thoughts. Biting her lip hard enough to leave a deep indentation, her voice, when she finally spoke again, was hardly louder than a mosquito's.
And she was not wrong in her assertions; upon returning to their homeland with Yan Zhan, she was indeed the leader of the Satan Organization, the Old Lord as she referred to him, selected from a group of beautiful and capable girls after several rounds of scrupulous evaluation.
She was no mediocre woman.
Before she followed Yan Zhan, she was very confident.
