Chapter 212 Bitter-Sweet
"Something up?"
Hearing the irritated tone on the other end, Eddy figured he had interrupted something. He rubbed his nose, sheepishly explaining, "Work stuff, urgent. You need to come."
Hearing this, Myron reluctantly agreed.
Then he turned to Luann with affection, "I have to step out; you go ahead and sleep."
"Okay."
Myron drove off and parked outside a bar. When he pushed the door to the private room open, there was no music or any women around; it was unusually quiet.
"What's up?" Myron Curtis sauntered over, settling himself on the couch with an air of grace.
Eddy glanced over at Myron, his words seeming to pause on the tip of his tongue.
"Spill it," Myron demanded in a low tone, commanding tone.
With a slight pursing of his lips, Eddy hesitated before finally breaking the tense silence. "Myron, you asked me to look into Luann Weaver and Adolph. I hadn't found anything substantial until..."
"But when you went to Europe, and we temporarily detained Adolph, there was an ambush, and your guys lost track of him."
"Right?"
Myron gazed at Eddy with an icy stare.
Eddy, not daring to omit a detail, continued. "You were planning to propose to Luann Weaver at the time, and she happened to rush off to Europe."
"We hadn’t found a trace of Adolph's whereabouts, but Luann left in such a hurry and didn't cover her tracks. So, I followed the breadcrumbs, monitored the surveillance, and found their hideout."
"It’s on the Robinsons' turf."
Eddy picked up a set of printed documents from the table. This conversation lacked the previous light-hearted banter, carrying a weight of seriousness instead.
Even his teasing, usually playful eyes were clouded with gravity. "The man's name is Adolph, known by the code name Z, a notorious assassin."
Although they had uncovered information about Adolph, initially, everyone just thought he was a bar owner - he had that scholarly look to him.
If it weren't for Luann's hasty departure, plus the knowledge that she knew Adolph, which piqued Eddy's extra attention, they might have never connected the dots.
"It’s those Robinsons who've always been at odds with us."
In Europe, Myron’s company was widespread, a rival to the Robinsons in influence.
And behind the Robinsons was no simple matter – they’d groomed numerous elites and some exceptionally talented kids. Adolph was one of them.
"Z wears a mask on every job; hence, nobody knows his real face," Eddy added.
Were it not for a slip at the RH auction, he wouldn't have even dared to confront Myron directly.
With the Robinsons and Myron locked in a long-standing stalemate, it was truly difficult to get anything on them.
"Getting intel on the Robinsons has been tough for years."
"But I’ll tell you, the connection between Luann Weaver and Adolph is no shallow matter."
"For Adolph to sustain such severe injuries and still risk having Luann come to him."
"There are only two possibilities."
"One, Luann Weaver knows his real identity."
"Two, they're in cahoots."
Myron Curtis leaned back slightly, resting against the plush back of the sofa.
His face was shrouded in darkness, with only a perfectly chiseled jawline visible, almost pale in the glow of the light.
Eddy swallowed hard.
There were other things.
Unsaid.
Lately, Luann Weaver had been revealing a streak of impressive abilities.
Certainly, these are not things one could pick up easily from living eighteen years in the countryside.
"Myron Curtis."
Eddy mustered his courage, deciding to approach the question differently.
"Do you ever think that Luann Weaver getting close to you might have an agenda?"
"She's so talented, yet she's always kept such a low profile in the Weaver family, even keeping her sister, stepmother, and biological father in the dark."
"And, the Weavers originally sent their daughter away for money."
"Given your not-so-stellar reputation in Westland, why would Luann Weaver take the risk if she didn't want to marry you?"
"She started performing at such a young age; she can design, and she can race—if she wanted to make a few million, that would be fairly easy for her, wouldn't it?"
Myron Curtis was silent.
For a moment, Eddy felt he might have said too much.
He didn't need to voice it; Myron Curtis surely had thought of this himself.
"You've been in opposition to the Robinsons for years, and they've been trying to eradicate your influence abroad."
"Myron Curtis, have you considered that maybe they deliberately arranged for Luann Weaver to get close to you?"
Myron Curtis lifted his chin slightly.
His dark eyes remained calm, unfazed.
As if Eddy's words had no effect on him.
"So what?"
Eddy thought, after saying so much, how could he still feign misunderstanding? Fine, be that way.
The villain, he shall play, right?
"So, I'm trying to tell you, if Luann Weaver is getting close just to use you, to uncover your secrets, what will you do?"
Eddy couldn’t be entirely certain, but a deep conviction settled within him.
Myron Curtis let his arm slowly fall back to the sofa, his fist easing against his temple with a thoughtful touch.
He muttered softly.
Eddy raised an eyebrow, "The honey trap?"
Myron Curtis nodded,"Indeed, a clever strategy."
Eddy waved his hand dismissively.
"Hey, hey, hold on, you're too calm about this."
Myron Curtis looked up, meeting his gaze.
"What should I do then?"
"Throw a tantrum?"
"Rage?"
Eddy furrowed his brow, "Aren't you mad?"
Myron Curtis chuckled lightly, "Of course, I'm mad. But if she sweet-talks me, I'll probably cool off."
Eddy scoffed, "That's pretty pathetic, man."
Myron's tone was soft, almost ethereal, yet carried an unwavering certainty, "If she's using me... if she wants something from me..."
"Then, I'm willing to face those consequences."
Eddy fell silent, contemplating. Indeed, love could render one blissfully oblivious.
"You're really sure Luann Weaver is into you?" Eddy persisted.
Myron Curtis shot him a side glance, clearly annoyed, "What do I look like to you, a fool?"
"I can't tell if she likes me?"
Eddy scratched his head sheepishly, "You know, inviting you over tonight might've been a mistake."
"Good that you realize it."
Myron Curtis stood up and headed for the door, "Hey, you're just gonna leave like that? Not even a little chat?"
"No time. I've got to get home to the wife."
Watching Myron's resolute departure, Eddy slumped onto the couch, a heavy sigh pressing down on his forehead.
"If Luann Weaver ever tells Myron, 'I want your company, everything you have overseas...'"
"He'd probably hand it over without a second thought."
"The Robinsons sure raised one fine kid," Eddy mused, picking up the dossier from the table and flipping it open to the last page.
There, a childhood photo of Luann Weaver stared back at him.
