EuropeNovelChapter 810 Allies and Agendas Hayley's POV: "You'll know once you have a look at it," Truman said coolly, crossing one leg over the other. One hand rested along the back of the couch and the other lazily on his knee. He looked like he owned the room.
I shot him an annoyed glare and got a maid to bringa laptop. Then, right in front of him, I plugged in the flash drive and got to work.
There was only one folder on the drive, labeled "RJ". It was filled with a few documents and sthumbnails. I clicked on one of the images. And the moment I saw it, my stomach dropped.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI sat there for a beat, trying to process. Then I clenched my fist, lifted my head, and snapped at him. "You're investigating me?" The woman in the photo wasn't just anyone. It was Rosalie, the one I'd been desperately trying to find. Truman replied with a faint smirk, "I investigated the person you were investigating. Let's be accurate." "Oh, please," I said with a scoff. "You expectto believe you knew I was looking for her without looking intofirst?" Honestly, if it weren't for the timing, I'd have let Hera take over and torn into this arrogant bastard right there. "Maybe I just know you that well," he said with a calm smile.
"No, you think you do. And I suggest you quit making assumptions about me. I don't like being watched." It remindedtoo much of the people hiding behind SI Organization-like I was being tracked again.
Truman just shrugged, offering no defense.
A few seconds passed. I forced myself to breathe and think clearly again.
I didn't bother digging through the rest of the files. I closed the folder, scrubbed the laptop clean of any traces, and shut the lid.
Once the screen went dark, I turned to him again. "Why are you helping me?" "You're the mate I chose," he said without hesitation. "You're going to be my Luna one day. Who else would I help?" I narrowed my eyes. "Don't givethat 'say-it-so-the-room-shuts-up' kind of excuse. Givea real reason. One that makes sense." He gave a sigh, almost like he was trying to humor me. “I mean, what I said is true... but fine. The other reasons." He straightened a little, his tone turning more serious. “Business." "Business?" I raised an eyebrow, trying to decide whether to buy it.
He said confidently, "Yeah. You've pulled two top-tier gemstones from that vault. Sure, sof it's luck, but Chapter 810 Allies and Agendas I know that's not all it is. You've got skill, too. And people like you-people who have both-dont.caround often.
"I like working with lucky people. I always have." I gave a dry laugh. "You, Alpha of the Grimmoon Pack, putting your Freya in luck? That's rich.
"I get it. Luck sounds even sketchier than a weather forecast. But sometimes you just. om hav just have to respect it People who have it... they always land on their feet."
He lookedstraight in the eye. "So, Ms. Sander, if I want to make money, why wouldn't partner up with someone the universe clearly favors? Are you satisfied with that reason?" As ridiculous as it sounded, it actually wasn't the worst logic I'd heard.
Speople believed in God. Sin crystals and karma. Realists only trusted what they could control.
Luck? Sthing. Just a matter of what you choose to believe.
"Barely acceptable," I muttered as I slipped the flash drive into my bag. It could be considered a silent agreement to keep working with him.
That was when Truman suddenly added, "By the way, I also cacross sinformation-on Benjamin. At the mention of om Benjamin, something sharp lit up inside me-anger, caution, instinct. Without even thinking, I pulled a needle from my bag and hurled it straight at his eye.
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