Chapter 2 A Little Kitten Who Can Dodge Bullets

The morning of the second day, the CEO, Robert·Pat of the Pat Group, received an anonymous e-mail and clicked on a video.

Robert put on the headphones as soon as possible. The man's voice in the video was very familiar. He had kept the rest of the content in his heart for so many years.

Couldn't hide it anymore? Robert called his most capable secretary immediately.

Dressed in a business suit and with long blond hair, Windsor walked in with a document in her arms. She gracefully adjusted her white round frame glasses and asked, "Boss, what can I do for you?"

Robert clenched his fists and thought for a while. Then he copied the video to the U disk and handed it to Windsor. "Give this to Mrs. Louis. Tell her that if she can't handle it well, I will deal with her."

Windsor nodded, smiled softly, and spoke to Vincent through invisible headphones as she stepped outside. "Hack Louis's social media accounts. After 30 minutes, send the video we processed last night."

Vincent sounded half-awake. He didn't answer Windsor's question and asked, "Sister, what should we do with Jonathan's goods? Our father has been preparing the engagement ceremony of Rebecca and Morton, the CEO of Empire Group, recently. How about we sell the goods directly and buy some equipment to blow up the wedding site?"

The look on her face changed. She cursed in a low voice, "Don't touch that batch of goods!"

A tall and handsome man in a white suit walked towards her. Windsor smiled to greet him and then wanted to say something more to her brother, but she found that the little bastard had hung up the phone!

Furiously, she took a look at her watch and clicked on the flickering red dot in the upper left corner. She found that the "King" had assigned her a new task.

The mission this time was... Wait, Wallis·Augustine. Wasn't the man who just met her?

Taking a deep breath, she stood up, put on her coat, and walked out. Then she casually threw the U disk wrapped in tissue into the trash can.

Sometimes she really doubted if the "King" was spying on her in secret. Otherwise, he wouldn't assign such a task when Robert asked her to do something outside.

On the top of the building of Empire Group, a man in a silk robe was lying in the swimming pool on the top floor. The smooth material was wet and clung to his tight skin, making him look abstinent and charming.

The man's facial features were delicate and stereoscopic, showing a bit of coldness in the backlight.

The screen of the watch suddenly lit up, showing that the task had been accepted. The man glanced at it, and his sharp lips like blade gently pursed into a smile.

My dear baby, Windsor, we will meet soon.

A little girl of short height, who was sitting beside the man, flapping the water with her white feet, saw that he was in a good mood and said coquettishly: "Uncle Morton, the goods Millie wanted were robbed. Do you handle it or not?"

Morton lazily glanced at the little girl and said in a low and smooth voice, "When Millie can play Chopin's composition well, I will help Millie."

Millie pouted and said, "It's too difficult for Millie. Millie doesn't like Chopin. Millie wants to learn Beethoven's composition!"

Morton sat up, his grey pupils sharp and cold as wolves, "Millie is not a good girl, eh?"

Millie sprang to her feet and ran back barefoot without shoes.

All of a sudden, Morton grabbed the pistol and aimed it at Millie's foot!

With a bang, Millie jumped up abruptly, held her knees, and rolled aside.

Morton fired two more shots. Millie dodged quickly and jumped up and down like an agile cat. It was not until she slowed down a little bit when she was exhausted. Then Morton slapped the pistol on the edge of the swimming pool.

"Not bad. That's 30 bullets more than last time."

Millie supported her knees with both hands, out of breath. Her face turned red, and her expression changed suddenly. She had to jump aside again.

Morton's smile in her eyes froze.

Following Morton's gaze, Millie turned around and saw a man in a white suit walking out of the sightseeing elevator.

The man rotated his pistol and said to Millie with a smile, "Now there are 31 bullets."

Seeing the man approaching her step by step, Millie took two steps back vigilantly, clenching her fists like an angry kitten.

Morton put her hand on the pistol and said slowly, "Wallis, you're not welcome here."

Wallis raised his chin gracefully and showed a small black U disk in his hand. He said, "I heard that someone had stolen some goods of Millie. There was no clue. I happened to have some clues here, so I took them to please my naughty sister. Don't worry. Wallis never lies."

Millie took a look at Morton, and Morton asked, "What do you want?"

Wallis raised his chin towards Millie and said, "Take her home for a day."

Millie's face turned pale all of a sudden. She bit her lips and turned her head to look at Morton's face. She prayed that Morton could help her this time. Please!

Morton closed his eyes, slipped into the swimming pool, and said lazily, "Millie is an adult now. She has the right to be responsible for her choice."

Millie's legs went limp, and she fell to the ground. It was May, and she felt like falling into an ice cellar.

Wallis bent down with a smile and lifted the little leather shoes beside the swimming pool. He walked over and knelt elegantly, one knee in front of Millie. He gently lifted Millie's tiny feet and said, "Your Highness, please put on your shoes."