Caleb sat, his back pressed against the wooden chair.
Beads of sweat rolling down his face.
Who would have expected such a thing?
Naya, she moved so fast... Her moves, they were definitely not the type of someone who was unskilled.
Her motion was fluid, like that of a trained killer.
She moved with precise and deadly motion.
'Hell, I saw the freaking dagger roll over her fingers before she gripped them,' Caleb thought anxiously.
His entire body was covered in cold sweat.
'Shit! How the hell did I end up with a dagger to my dick... The system never mentioned this!'
He didn't even have the time to process her question.
His mind was reeling through several possibilities.
Just how did he end up in such a dire situation?
He had just died a few hours back and now, he could tell death was knocking right at his door.
The cold edges of the blade—he could feel it...
Down there, pressing against his little brother.
'She had to be brutal enough to point it down there...'
"Answer me!" Naya said, her cold voice dragging Caleb right out of his thoughts.
"Are you from Group X?"
Caleb drew a long breath.
'Group X?'
'The system mentioned that... But isn't that the society that all the cardholders are from?'
Regardless, he couldn't tell Naya that he knew of Group X and it was because a system told him to seduce all the women from the same group.
"No, what the hell are you talking about?!" Caleb raised his voice.
A lie with just enough confidence could make the other think otherwise.
Naya Lucy looked stunned for a second, but still uncertain.
She stabbed the blade right next to his thigh, driving it deep into the wooden chair.
"Don't move," she ordered with a cold voice, giving a little distance.
Caleb drew a long sigh of relief.
Naya had a frustrated look on her face. She ran her hands through her hair, like she was going crazy.
"What's all of this? I shouldn't have taken the card."
Caleb watched her walk from side to side in the room, like she was going crazy.
"I'm tired of this stupid game!" she shouted annoyingly, sitting down on the bed.
"What game?" Caleb asked, his curiosity piqued.
Naya raised her head, throwing a glance at him.
She was certain that Caleb definitely wasn't a member of Group X.
If he was, then she certainly wouldn't have been able to pin him the way she did.
But she didn't know why... Even after their short discussion earlier, she felt like she could actually tell him anything she wanted to.
At first, she was doubtful... That feeling she was having, she felt it would be the effect of a card.
She had only had similar feelings once in the past, and even then, it was a feeling that was foreign to her. But now she had confirmed that it wasn't.
But even then, she didn't know if she could trust him.
'Does it matter? He won't betray me, if he loves his life,' Naya thought with a cold glare in her eyes.
Caleb didn't know what was going through her head, but that gaze was enough to make him feel goosebumps.
Seeing that her gaze was putting him off, Naya drew a long breath, throwing her back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling of the room.
"Group X... It was about 10 years back. That was the day I accepted their offer."
Caleb didn't speak; he calmly listened to her story.
'An offer?'
"Then I had nothing... I was only a bartender in a popular bar back in my city. But I always had a dream. I admired models. I wanted to become one... I wanted to live their life, have lots of money, be so wealthy and popular that nothing would be an issue for me... Then, one day... a man came to me... A young man."
Naya paused, her memories flickering back to that day—the day she met the mysterious young man.
She was tired. That night was a really long one. Several customers had come in that day.
She worked endlessly, going from table to table, serving every customer.
She completely wore herself out, and when it was almost midnight, a lot of the people who had come dispersed.
She had to let the others out so she could close up the bar.
She walked up to the table where a young man had his head held down.
She had already driven the others out; it was only him left.
She looked at the wall clock that hung on the wall behind the counter. It was 12:30 already.
'I'll lead him out, and then I can finally rest for the day...' Naya drew a sigh.
She tapped the man on his shoulders.
He refused to raise his head and kept mumbling strange words.
'Too drunk?' That had to be the only reason.
She had several customers like that in the past. The only way she got them out was by hitting them with her broomstick.
But right as she wanted to go get the broomstick...
The young man finally raised his head.
"Don't you think it'll be rude to chase me away with a broomstick?" he asked.
Naya turned, slightly surprised. She looked at him, trying to know if she had seen him before.
But his face—it didn't look familiar at all.
That said, there were only a few people she had chased away with a broomstick, and he definitely wasn't among them.
'How does he know?' she thought to herself, but she didn't have the strength to dwell on something so unnecessary.
"Well, if you don't want that to happen, you can leave... I was just about to close, so do me the favor," Naya replied.
"If I leave, then who would grant you the dreams you've always wanted?" he asked, cocking his head to look at her, giving her a better look at his face.
"Dreams?" Naya raised a brow.
"A model... Wealthy, popular, loved by all... Such a fancy dream... But it doesn't sound like much. It's something I can do. But the question is: do you still want to live that dream?"
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