I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Damien sat on the sofa, unafraid, casually fiddling with the silver chain on his wrist. He smiled and said, “Selene, Terrence is your mission. I already told you his whereabouts. Why are you asking me?”

“When I failed, Terrence’s car exploded and fell off a cliff. When I arrived, Terrence was gone, but his assistant was there. Was it you?” Selene pressed seriously, lightly slicing Damien’s skin with a dagger.

Blood instantly welled up and trickled down the blade.

Damien’s smile vanished, and he spoke cautiously, “Selene, I don’t know. Put the knife down; let’s not hurt each other.”

Selene glanced at the gun on the table and the bullets beside it. “You just got back too. One bullet is missing from your gun. Tell me where Terrence is. You have one more chance. Don’t think I won’t act.”

“Selene, Terrence is missing. I really don’t know…”

Before Damien could finish, a familiar voice came from an inner room.

“Selene, put the knife down.”

The deep voice carried authority; it was an order from that man.

Selene’s heart tightened as she turned to see a middle-aged man walking out of the room. She was surprised. “Master, when did you arrive?”

The man was about fifty years old, dressed in casual clothes, holding a string of prayer beads that he always carried.

He had a buzz cut and a black mole on his chin. This was Reginald Hawthorne, founder of the Celestial Alliance.

Reginald Hawthorne glanced at Selene, who then put away her knife. Damien smirked triumphantly. “Selene, I was just about to tell you that Master is here.”

Selene’s expression remained cold as she looked at Reginald Hawthorne. “Master, why did you want me to kill Terrence? There was no employer. Why did you do it?”NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“Are you questioning your master?” Reginald Hawthorne’s brow furrowed, exuding authority without anger.

Having been by Reginald Hawthorne’s side for years, Selene knew his terrifying nature well.

She lowered her head. “No, I just want to know why and who took Terrence.”

“Your task is complete; these are not things you need to know.” Reginald Hawthorne sat down, fingering his prayer beads. “You should return.”

Selene lowered her eyes and remained silent; her attitude clear-she did not want to return to the Celestial Alliance.

“Don’t want to go back?” Reginald Hawthorne’s tone was calm but carried a hidden threat.

A disobedient pawn was of no use to him.

Damien sensed Reginald Hawthorne’s killing intent and felt a bit gleeful. If Selene fell out of favor, he would be Master’s most favored disciple.

Selene pressed her lips together. “Master, I want to stay.”

She spoke with the courage of someone ready to be discarded; she’d rather end her life now than return to that cold-blooded existence.

Damien was thrilled but then stunned when Reginald Hawthorne simply said, “If you want to stay, then stay. Auroraville is a good place. I haven’t been back in thirty years; it’s time to see old friends.”

Damien was shocked and disappointed-Master had actually let Selene off?

Selene was also surprised; she had been prepared for abandonment but Master agreed to let her stay?

At the police station.

Meredith arrived and walked briskly inside.

She ran into Liam Michaelson, who looked puzzled. “Mrs. Sterling, what brings you here so late?”

Tonight’s case wasn’t under Liam Michaelson’s jurisdiction; he didn’t know what had happened.

Meredith said, “Terrence is in trouble. Officer Fever asked me to come.”

“Mrs. Sterling, this way.” Veridian Fever approached them. “Please follow me.”

Meredith immediately followed him, with Liam Michaelson trailing behind.

In the office, Veridian Fever explained, “Mrs. Sterling, here’s the situation: Mr. Sterling’s car was found at the bottom of a cliff just minutes ago. It was completely burned out-just an empty shell remains. We haven’t found Mr. Sterling yet; his assistant is still in surgery at the hospital. We’re unclear about the cause of the explosion; our colleagues are still searching for Mr. Sterling in the mountains.”