Chapter 48
Turns out, she was just throwing money around to get people to do her dirty work. Elizabeth was gonna say no, but when she found out it was Esme, she got interested. She'd hated Esme for ages and never got a chance to mess with her. Now, she wanted to have some fun.
With that in mind, Elizabeth logged into the base's account and started chatting herself.
Glory M: "One billion dollars."
L: "Just a billion? If you get the ginseng, who cares?"
Glory M: "Let's talk in person."
L: "Okay!"
Glory M: "Have your boss talk to me directly."
L: "Why?"
Glory M: "8 PM, The Midnight Owl Pub. Don't be late."
Elizabeth logged off. The guy on the other side was totally baffled.
Felix stared at the chat on his screen, a smirk creeping up.
When Elizabeth was head over heels for Alexander, she kept her cool for him. Now, she was finally showing her true colors. Elizabeth was never one to mess with. Felix gulped. Esme was in for it.
That night, a light rain started falling in Lisbun. Elizabeth stepped out of a sleek, dark purple car. Just as she was about to enter the pub, she ran into Esme.
Esme, holding an umbrella and not paying attention, bumped into Elizabeth. She looked up and immediately snapped, "Are you blind?"
She moved the umbrella aside, and when she saw Elizabeth, her anger flared. "Elizabeth, what are you doing here?"
Elizabeth squinted, her shoulders getting soaked without an umbrella. Dressed casually in a black T-shirt and jeans, she shot back, "Why are you here?"
She glanced at the sign above, The Midnight Owl Pub, and said coolly, "Isn't Ms. Russell supposed to keep a pure image? What are you doing in a place like this?"
Esme rarely hit up pubs, wanting to stay chaste for Alexander and maintain her pure image. She snorted, crossing her arms with a huff, "I'm here to meet a friend!"
"Really?" Elizabeth tilted her head, pushing the conversation. "Who's this friend of yours?"
"If you knew who my friend really was, you'd freak out!" Esme shot Elizabeth a proud look.
Elizabeth just raised an eyebrow, ready to hear more.
Esme glanced around, making sure no one was listening, then leaned in close. "I'm meeting the famous Glory M from Hidden Camp!"
Elizabeth squinted. Esme flicked her hair, all smug. "You know who Glory M is, right?"
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. Esme, always acting like a spoiled princess, was clueless.
"Yeah, sure," Elizabeth played along.
Esme smirked, even more full of herself. "Of course you do! It's Glory M! You'll never meet someone like that!"
Elizabeth chuckled to herself, silently thanking Esme for the compliment. Esme gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Don't get too jealous, Elizabeth. We're best friends. I'll introduce you to Glory M someday!"
"I gotta run; he's waiting for me!" Esme coughed, signaled her bodyguard, and walked off. Elizabeth watched her leave, her smile widening.
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