The Venerated Lord’s Bloodthirsty Beloved

A woman dressed in a pure black suit jacket, a black skirt, and towering six-inch high heels stood in a black, minimalist office. Her head was bowed respectfully as she spoke, a hint of persuasion threading through her tone.

“Boss, you’ve already sent our people out to search for three years, but there’s still no news of the old man. Shouldn’t we give up by now?”

It seemed as if she was the only person in the vast, black office, speaking to the empty air itself.

A woman’s voice drifted from behind the understated and luxurious black boss’s chair, half laughing, half not. “Give up? Xi, are you joking?”

Xi raised her head slightly, gazing at the back of the chair facing her. She couldn’t see the person seated there, nor guess her expression. She only knew that the one reclining behind that chair was her boss.

And her boss must have been resting her eyes, as she always did when she found Xi’s words laughable.

“Boss, we’ve searched for that old man for three years—three whole years! You’ve sent countless people to comb the earth as if searching for a needle in the sea, yet there’s been no news at all!” Xi’s voice gradually rose, her emotions threatening to spill over for reasons she could not control.

“Are you questioning my decision, Xi? Or do you intend to make decisions on my behalf, hmm?” The voice from behind the chair came again.

The boss’s voice was always so calm, never angry or pleased, yet it made one’s heart tremble.

Xi thought this to herself as cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she bowed her head even