Chapter 1093 Even Heroes Can’t Resist Beauties
"You're already paying for it. If you go, these people will no longer be said to be mine," Waverly bluntly stated.
Joseph smirked, "You're still separating what's yours and what's mine till now? Or are you going to use these people to deal with me in the future?"
"You don't have to pay if you're scared."
"Even if I gave you a hundred of those people, you wouldn't be able to hurt me at all," Joseph said conceitedly.
He had an enormous amount of confidence.
However, those words hurt her.
"So, what will you do?"
Joseph's eyes were as cold as ice as he spoke, "I won't go with you when you choose who to take. I've given you many choices. This is the last chance. Don't pay for your own mistakes."
"Perhaps, you not giving me a chance is the wisest choice instead," Waverly replied, her face becoming serious.
After the meal, Waverly and Welch left.
Only Duff and Joseph were left in the room.
Joseph felt listless as he looked at the door dazedly.
"Shall I send you back now?" asked Duff.
He looked over at Joseph, who seemed to not have heard him. He was still staring at the door vaguely, with some inexplicable sadness in his gaze.
"Mr. Mccarthy," Duff called out once again.
Joseph snapped out of his trance, looked at Duff and asked, "What's wrong?"
A faint smile appeared on Duff's face as he said, "Your girlfriend is very special. Her temper looks rather wild."
"She has been insensible since she was little. Perhaps her rebellious phase will last until her seventies or eighties," Joseph said in a faint voice.
Amused, Duff said, "It's all because you dote on her too much."
Joseph drank the red wine from his glass in one breath, still looking unhappy.
"Is something bothering you?" Duff could discern his emotions.
"Do you think she likes me?" Joseph asked in confusion.
"Well..." Duff said seriously. "Do you want the truth?"
"Of course, it's not like we are trying to kiss up to each other."
"Wild horses won't be tamed easily. Once they do get tamed, they'll be extremely loyal. No one else but you can ride on its back," Duff said.
His eyes dimmed a little as he asked, "What if she got tamed by others?"
"Ah, that's how it is. As a bystander, from my observations, I can see her schemes, rejections, defenses, and resistance towards you. I'm sorry," Duff said apologetically.
"You have nothing to say sorry for, because you're right," Joseph took a deep breath as he picked up his glass, finishing all the wine in it.
Duff poured him another small glass while saying, "Do you have any other preparations for tonight?"
"I wanted to bring her to see Susan, but it seems like there's no need for that anymore," Joseph smiled smugly, looking sinister. His usual arrogant look had returned as he clinked glasses with Duff.
"Even heroes can't resist beauties..." Duff tried to console him. However, he was cut off by Joseph, "Beauty? Forget it. She's just a freak in my eyes. She can't be considered a beauty. I have plenty of beauties by my side."
"That's good. Women are actually like clothes. When you get tired of wearing one, you can change into another one. All that takes is ten million dollars. With money, you can even sleep with a thousand beautiful women." Duff said.
"In this case, spending on her doesn't seem to be worth it. If she doesn't take care of me well tonight, then I won't pay her the ten million dollars." Joseph laughed arrogantly.
Waverly was standing at the door. She had heard everything.
She blankly stared ahead. Her eyes were as quiet as the abyss. Except for darkness, there were no other emotions in them.
"Thorn Apple, you have to serve your boyfriend well tonight. It involved ten million dollars and two lives, you know," Welch tried to persuade her.
Waverly turned around and walked towards the elevator. She said coldly, "Even if he doesn't pay for it, I have money to pay you. Don't worry."
"Is that so? That's good then," Welch smiled as he looked at his subordinates, glancing at the private room.
The subordinate understood the order and nodded.
Waverly entered the elevator, silently looking in front of her. She felt dizzy and sleepy.
"You want two people this time, right?" Welch asked tentatively.
"Yes, that's right."
"I'm not questioning your ability here. Due to the fact that Duff had referred you here, the people I recommended to you are all the cream of the crop. Actually, there are still many other elites that can be taken from with just a million dollars. Do you want to choose those instead?" Welch said.
"There's no need for that. It doesn't matter how many people I buy. Too many cooks spoil the broth. As long as I have two, that will be enough," Waverly said.
"Alright, alright. Are you going to pay in cash, cards, or with other methods?" Welch asked.
"Those people are yours. They won't follow my orders if I don't pay. Thus, it's me who should be worried, not you, right?" Waverly asked.
"Yes, yes, you're right. However, I think you'd better flatter your boyfriend. Both him and Duff are good friends, and they are both rich and noble. Money is not an issue for them. When they turn old, they will be giving away the money to others anyway," Welch continued to persuade her.
Waverly stayed silent.
She wasn't familiar with Welch. There was no need to say too much to him in case she exposed her true personality and her intentions as to not offend people easily.
Bellamy had once taught her to try her best to stay silent so that people wouldn't know her thoughts. They would not be able to see through her actions and she wouldn't be set up easily. On the contrary, others would fear her a little more.
Half an hour later, she followed Welch to his manor and saw Boris, who was the first person to arrive.
"Can I talk to him alone?" Waverly asked.
"Go ahead," said Welch. Then, he went out.
Only Boris and she were left in the room.
Waverly sat on the sofa as she asked, "How long have you been in the black market?"
"A month," Boris said calmly.
"No one came to buy you during that period of time?" Waverly asked.
"The people who chose me all had special requirements. There aren't many people who have special requirements in the first place. Secondly, there aren't many people who can afford five million dollars. Lastly, my reputation isn't too good. Not many people are willing to hire me, even if I am an assassin," Boris said.
"You don't have a good reputation? Why do you say that?" Waverly asked. She looked over at the grapes on the tea table, picking one up to put into her mouth.
It was a sweet one.
"When I carried out my duty, I betrayed my superiors halfway. Everyone in the circle knows about that, so why don't you? Didn't Welch explain everything clearly when he first introduced me?" Boris asked in reply.
Waverly showed a smile and said, "What if I ask you to do things you don't want to do? Will you still obey my orders by then? What if I ask you to kill an innocent little girl?"
Boris paused before looking at Waverly. Then, he replied, "First of all, I think that not every matter is white and black. It's all a matter of perspective. It all depends on what one's views are. If you want to use me to deal with your enemies, I am willing to do so. Since you have bought me, I am an assassin under your orders, so I should be standing in your shoes."
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