Chapter 262: The Immortal Witch Pharmaceutical Company is full of talents
Oda felt that the pastry chef's bold behavior would not lead to any good consequences.
Those who knew about noble lords knew what they were doing—what respectable person would raise a distant cousin like this? Master Shibahara definitely treated this little girl like his own private concubine, and how dare the pastry chef seduce her under such circumstances? If the master flew into a rage and wanted to hire someone to beat up the pastry chef, he wouldn't mind taking a little extra money to help—looking at the pastry chef's physique, he'd be beaten to a pulp in two hits.
What surprised Oda was that the young lady simply had the bouquet of flowers sent by the pastry chef thrown away, and did not make a fuss and ask the master to fire the pastry chef.
Could it be that you really like that boy?
Oda, who is still single in middle age, shook his head and expressed his incomprehension.
Although the pastry chef delivering a letter to the young lady was just a small matter, Oda still wrote it in his daily report and gave it to the messenger he used to communicate with the second young master of Karasuma.
The messenger was in the village he drove back to every night, disguised as a shop owner, ready to be on call at any time.
After submitting the report yesterday, it would take another day for Master Karasuma's reply to reach him. However, Oda thought that Master Karasuma would not pay attention to such trivial matters of love.
He packed up his pair of shears and pliers, put them in his tool bag, and prepared to go home.
He was the only one in the mansion who didn't live in the house and commuted to work every day. Because Master Shibahara heard that he had a car and a wife and children to support (of course, they were all fake wives and children, all pretended by his colleagues), he allowed him to use the parking lot at the manor.
He carried the toolbox, wiped the sweat off his face, and wrapped the broken branches with newspaper, feeling happy.
Today is another day where I earn two salaries by trimming flowers and plants.
However, when he arrived in front of his shabby little car, he found an uninvited guest already sitting in the passenger seat, with his legs crossed, touching his car. He only raised his head when he saw him coming and gave him an evil smile.
Oda's heart tightened at first - there was a pistol in the secret compartment next to the driver's seat of the car, and he couldn't let this young lady find it; his second reaction was helplessness: it seemed that he couldn't earn today's double salary just by pruning branches.
This young lady seemed to have bad intentions and was probably here to instruct him on how to do something again.
"Miss."
He greeted me first, put the toolbox and the wrapped branches into the trunk, then stood up and smiled warmly: "What are you doing...?"
"Xiaotian." Chris tilted her head gracefully, "I'm sorry to trouble you to give me a ride again this time."
"Miss," Xiaotian said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Are you going to sneak out again? It's already late. If you go out at this time without telling the master, he will probably be angry."
"Besides, my car is a bit shabby. I gave you a ride last time because you strongly requested it. Otherwise, it would be a bit rude to let a rich lady like you drive my shabby car."
"Master's Bentley is much more luxurious than my car. If you want to go out, why don't you let Master take you there?"
Chris smiled, crossed her arms, and was not shaken at all by Oda's persuasion.
"That's because, of course, you're the only one who can take me to the place we're going this time, Oda."
Oda frowned, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.
"You mean . . . ?"
Click.
The sound of a gun being loaded was clearer than ever before, and Oda looked in shock at the black barrel pointed at him.
Chris held the pitch-black pistol in her hand. The cold color of the barrel was inconsistent with the red and white cake skirt on the little girl.
However, those aqua-blue eyes held the cold, sharp murderous intent that Oda, who had been trained to be a killer, was all too familiar with.
In an instant, Oda's hair stood on end.
He raised his hands subconsciously.
Countless thoughts raced through his mind: Was his identity exposed? Who was Chris Wynyard? Did Mr. Shibahara know that his cousin was such a person?
And: The pastry chef is so arrogant, he dared to covet such a person. It seems that he doesn't need to wait for Master Shibahara to hire him to beat someone up, Chrissie Wynyard can take care of him herself.
"What do you want to do?" Under the pressure, he could barely maintain his fake smile. "This isn't a child's toy."
Then, the muzzle of the gun was just pointed at him calmly, and the hand holding the gun showed no sign of wavering.
The little girl in the red and white cake dress just smiled and admired the cold sweat on his forehead. She neither explained nor put down the gun.
Oda no longer feels that the gun and she look out of place together.
——What's weird about it? She is definitely a natural born killer. She holds the gun more naturally than the trained Oda himself!
Faced with the threat to his life and the heavy silence, Oda's back was covered in cold sweat.
Damn, this little girl is really weird.
No wonder the second young master asked him to keep a close eye on the Shibahara house. It turns out that the real werewolf was not that Shibahara Hirojin, but his cousin Chris Wynyard!
When his nerves were about to break, Chris, who had already been demonized in his mind, suddenly burst into laughter.
"Xiaotian, why are you so nervous?" She put the gun down. "Isn't this your own thing?"
Oda pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly: "...Who are you and what do you want to do?"
"Please use honorifics, Oda." Chris played with the gun. "I'm Chris Wynyard, Hirojin Shibahara's distant cousin, and a former lab worker at Hakubato Pharmaceuticals... I want to see your boss, Oda."
"...The person who hired me is Mr. Shibahara. He should be in his study right now—"
"Don't play tricks on me." Chris's tone turned cold, "You know who I want to see."
"I want to meet the boss you're truly loyal to, Oda. Haha, why that expression? I mean no harm, and your boss definitely wants to meet me, too."
"If you're worried, drive to your 'home' and use the phone there to call your boss."
"Tell him that if he doesn't want those mines in Gunma Prefecture to go to someone else for nothing, then come see me."
Oda swallowed.
He lowered his head: "Yes, Miss Wynyard."
…
After hanging up the phone, Karasuma Shigeharu held the handle in his hand and pondered for a long time.
Oh, this is really unexpected.
The girl who looked cute and harmless turned out to be a carnivorous plant.
Not only did she find his subordinates in the manor, she also successfully intimidated them into bringing her to see him.
You know, his subordinate has actually killed someone and is not a good person.
Sending him to monitor Hiroshige Shibahara is enough to show how much importance Karasuma Shigeharu attaches to Hiroshige Shibahara.
As a result, he was threatened by a little girl.
When Karasuma Shigeharu thought of this, he couldn't help but shook his head.
But no matter what, Karasuma Shigeharu really had to meet her.
The new mining project is of great importance, and many people are eyeing this piece of fat meat and want to take a bite.
Karasuma Shigeharu originally had no hope, but unexpectedly, Shibahara Hiroshin seemed to be particularly optimistic about him and gave him such an opportunity.
Plus... Karasuma Moharu pursed his lips when he thought of his new identity and code name, as well as the revenge plan that was being carefully planned.
In addition, he really needed a large sum of money now, so he could not ignore the information brought by Subject No. 3.
His original plan was that if the mining project fell through, he would find a way to get Shibahara Hiroshige's money, and sending Oda there would also make the operation easier - if necessary, he could directly get rid of Shibahara Hiroshige, get rid of the person and keep the money, and then use the relative status of No. 3 to get his inheritance.
As a result, the experimental subject No. 3 who was thought to be a little white flower did not seem to be that simple.
Karasuma Shigeharu raised the corners of his mouth.
How interesting! Why are there so many interesting things happening lately?
Whether it is Lin Xi or No. 0, they are not simple characters. Recently, No. 3 has appeared.
This pharmaceutical company run by the old man is really full of talented people.
…
The meeting place was set at the Chinese restaurant that Chris broke into last time.
This time, just like last time, Karasuma Shigeharu thoughtfully booked the entire top floor.
Chris didn't consider herself a guest at all. When she arrived, she threw the gun back to Oda and walked into the restaurant in her leather shoes, leaving Oda alone in the wind, fumbling to catch the gun.
When she reached the top floor, Chris saw Karasuma Shigeharu drinking alone in front of the window.
The second young master of the Karasuma family was wearing decent clothes with a cool overall tone. When he saw Chris coming, he smiled at her.
And Chris smiled back.
When their eyes met, both of them understood that the other person was the same kind of person as themselves.
——A venomous snake that is good at camouflage.
When lying dormant in the grass, it always remains motionless, staring at its prey, and patiently waits for the right time.
Once the prey reveals a weak spot, they will seize the opportunity and sink their fangs into the prey's neck.
Look at these two people, how different they were from the last time Shibahara Hiroshi was there! The lavender eyes were no longer docile, but filled with fierce aggression; the aquamarine eyes were no less intense, and she sat down with a chuckle, full of confidence, a stark contrast to the girl who only acted like a spoiled child last time.
The meeting between the two was a tit-for-tat, and poor Oda was left behind. He was stopped outside the restaurant by the waiter because he was wearing a shabby gardener's uniform, and he looked very embarrassed.
"Hello, Mr. Karasuma." Chris extended her hand gracefully.
It is not the kissing of hands between men and women that is popular in Japan and was learned from the West, but the handshake between men.
Karasuma Moharu put down his glass and shook her hand. "Miss Wynyard, you really impressed me."
"But I still have a question that I'd like you to answer. Wouldn't Mr. Shibahara say anything if you showed up like this?"
"He's a good partner and friend of mine, and I don't want him to have any conflict with me because of our meeting."
Chris smiled faintly: "You worry too much. My brother should still be asleep at this time. As long as you don't tell him that I came out to see you, he won't know."
"Oh? Sleeping? At this time?"
It's dinner time.
"Yes." Chrissie elegantly rested her chin on her folded hands. "My brother has been very busy lately, and as his younger sister, I can't bear to see him suffer so much. He needs plenty of sleep, doesn't he?"
She seemed to make no secret of the fact that Shibahara Hirojin's abnormal sleep was related to her.
Shigeharu Karasuma understood Hirojin Shibahara very well - no, to be more precise, he understood men very well - a man like him, no matter how much he doted on a beauty like Chris, as if he wanted to give her all the good things, but once the beauty started to act presumptuously and made him feel that he was no longer in control of everything, the beauty would immediately turn into a terrifying witch.
By then, Chris would probably be thrown back to where she came from.
He believed Chris understood this too.
However, despite understanding, he still remained fearless——
If the man didn't really fall in love with her, it was because she had absolute confidence that she had the man in her hands.
Or both?
The situation seemed even more interesting than Karasuma Shigeharu had imagined. He raised his glass.
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