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Chapter Two

She hadn't slept properly the whole night after coming at the funeral, she couldn't bring herself to sleep thinking about the scandalous photo that she herself had set up to present it during that very same day.

It wasn't bothering her not even a bit for she was used getting naked often times to succeed in every single mission she had—not like yn had ever actually gotten herself into any sexual intercourses with her prey, after all she had them wrapped around her fingers right off the bat.

Nobue strolled back inside the seating lounge, stood next to the couch and informed yn, "Kakucho is already here."

The drowsy eyes yn got from lack of sleep remained at the flashing news from the huge television—Governor Homura's Corruption and his only Son's Crimes, Exposed to the Public, the headline said. A smile with much please spread across her lips, bringing the first hit of nicotine in her mouth.

Sucking the stimulant down to her lungs before snorting it with much ease through her nose. Sighing yn felt the release of epinephrine, turning a head outside she saw a car through the glass panel.

"Is he with someone?" She grabbed her bag and rose from her seat. "He's alone," replied the man tailing behind her as she strode her way to the main door, wondering if she could actually work effectively with Bonten's executives—the eldest haitani could be out of the question, the man seemed decent but the mullet male and the youngest haitani could be a headache, but not something yn couldn't take.

The other top men of Bonten—she hadn't met them yet, Kakucho and Ran were the most decent among them all, at least for yn.

"I'll be back by Saturday," reminding her right man who simply nodded at her departure, yn pushed the door open.

The moment yn advanced towards the direction of the car Kakucho from the driver's seat had been watching her, adoring her figure and impassive face. The way her hips swung without any effort—blinking and diverting his eyes from the female from time to time, Kakucho tore off his attention off from yn.

He couldn't help but admired her. The woman was sporting a baggy pants, a strapless brassiere top that revealed her navel piercing, and the butterfly tattoo in between her breasts. Her hair was neatly cap with printed headscarf, the screeching sounds of the white sneakers yn was wearing snapped Kakucho from checking her out—he forgot to rolled up the windows.

She was already leaning on it, she tipped down her sunnies with a finger, "Mind unlocking the door?" Kakucho reached for the door and tore his attention off of yn—whose eyes would definitely drop men to their knees, he realized that for the second time the moment she peered at him through the shields of her sunnies.

"Thanks," settling on the shotgun seat she glanced at the empty backseats, she then placed her seatbelt on and lightly snorting the fresh and strong scent of mint inside the whole car. Not bad, yn thought.

The car accelerated and she threw a leg on the dashboard for a second, swaying the footwear that the male next to her found vexing. Its sole was more thicker compared to normal shoes, and she loved the heightening it was giving her whenever she wore it.

"We saw you at the funeral of Homura," started Kakucho remembering the day of the funeral, and yn casted him a look, nodding her head she replied, she knew they were there but didn't bother giving her greetings.

"Yeah, I needed to expose his son's hideout without revealing my identity."

The male bobbed his head, it was all over the news since this morning and their boss was watching it, the male really adored yn. Kakucho then praised her, "You did a good job over there."