Chapter 3 A CRUEL MALE THREAT

Gre carried her Alphard at a moderate speed. She let her hair down. Looks like a messy hairstyle. Passing through the empty streets, made the twenty-year-old girl remember flashbacks of her life history 5 years ago. When she is young self was running aimlessly on this street. Wearing a shabby white dress, messy hair. Her screams echoed along the road.

"Time flies! And I passed it."

Unknowingly her lips were saying this to herself while looking at the almost desert-like road. The trees on the left and right were completely dry. The streets haven't changed since then. She knows right. Even, if she has to drive or walk with her eyes closed she can still get through it.

Her long foot stomped on the car brake. The luxury vehicle made by her own sweat stopped in front of the old building that looked uninhabited. The outside view is full of shrubs. Until it hits the wall.

Greta got out of her car. She took off her sunglasses elegantly. And then she walking racefully towards the entrance of the building. Gre is no stranger to this place. That's why she kept walking confidently.

After looking left and right to make sure no one was following her, Gre's fingers opened the dry leaves covering the door hinges. Several numeric buttons appear. The girl pressed a six-digit number to open the door. The password that Shadow had long given her.

Gre is part of their network. The only woman in this hidden organization. That's why she has access.

The tmdoors were wide open. Gre's feet stepped in, and then Tnthe door closed tightly by itself.

Gre's footsteps sounded relaxed. Echoes through the red lighted room.

In the main room, lined up by men in neat black suits. They are Shadow's bodyguards.

Gre walking around them. Browse through Shadow's collection of paintings in amazement. This is indeed the umpteenth time she has set foot in this place. Shadow always updates his room. Whatever it is, as long as it's related to art.

"Are you here?" asked the man who was now standing behind Gre.

The girl turned her body, facing the man wearing the black mask.

He deliberately folded both of Gre's hands over his chest. After seeing Shadow, she let out a huffy breath. A look of disappointment appeared on his face.

"I thought you'd changed. But, it's still the same. You still haven't removed the mask from the beginning. Even though, we're already partners. What's wrong with being open to each other. We're a team, we need to work together." Gre complained. She thought earlier that today he could see Shadow's true face. It didn't. Even though they've been working together for more than five years. Shadow has become Gre's boss. see Shadow's face. It's not only her who works under the masked man's henchmen no one knows what Shadow's face looks like.

Without being ordered, Gre pressed her buttocks on the plush velvet sofa.

The man also sat opposite Gre. Behind the mask, his lips were slightly pulled. Gre's complaint sounded amused in his ears.

"This is not the time to comment on me. You have an urgent mission that you must complete!" Shadow's deep voice reached Gre's ears clearly.

Greta immediately changed her seat position. She straightened her body right at Shadow. Fold the legs.

"I've heard that, from Vinson."

"Great!" said Shadow.

"But, I doubt it," said Gre. Trying to tell her unpreparedness with a new target.

"Why? It is 1 billion fees for you!" Shadow mentions the rate Gre will get on this important mission.

Without glancing at Shadow, Greta shook her head. Her eyes were fixed on an object painting a red apple on the wall. Which is now at eye level.

"I don't want to accept this mission if no trace of the target's ugliness is detected. He's a clean official. His support is everywhere. I don't want to bother." Greta tells her why she doesn't want to accept Shadow's offer.

Hearing that, Shadow looked at Gre intently. "Precisely because the bad data is not detected, you will do it. You will open all the bad things in public."

Gre shook her head again. Before visiting Shadow, she had already done some research on their potential targets. Arjun who is a perfect leader figure. Young soul. Gre almost did not find any defects on his social media from netizen comments. Arjun's social action is high, rich billionaire, philanthropist too. His intention to enter politics was not just for money, but only for his service to his beloved country.

"I don't want to. Please, don't force it. Please find someone else to do this mission. Or... you're the one who intervened," Gre refused again. The last sentence she spoke was deliberately emphasized. For Shadow to hear clearly.

Shadow looked silent. Somehow the expression on his face behind the mask. Gre couldn't figure it out.

The television in front of them turned on. Displays the latest news broadcasts about Shamir, the official known for his bold tweets on social media. Now, caught like a chicken who lost the fight. All the television broadcasts were talking about it. It was all thanks to Gre. Thanks to her trap, she seduces Shamir into transferring his account at a rapid pace the X network led by Shadow spread it across all social media lines. Then, quickly also covered on television.

"I've always believed in the power of social media. With the help of netizens, a case will quickly be heard around the world. Instead of having to report it to the authorities, correspondence will take a long time." That was Shadow's answer one day when Gre asked why he always featured cases of bad officials on social media.

After they were both silent listening to a journalist covering Shamir's news, Gre spoke up. "I just came here to take a bonus. Even though I know you can transfer it to my account. But Vinson said you told me to come here."

Shadow stared at the man standing next to him. He gave a code to immediately send money to Gre's account.

"I ordered you here just to talk about this mission," Shadow said telling his purpose.

"I know. But I wouldn't want to do that." Gre flatly refused. She stands. Intending to step out of the room.

"How about Vinson?" Shadow suddenly asked about Vinson. Greta's friend. The person only Gre had in this world.

Suddenly Gre's footsteps stopped. She knows Shadow's cunning play. When the mysterious man mentions one name, then that name will be in danger.

Stifling anger, Gre swallowed her own saliva.

Shadow walking over to Gre. He whispered something right in Gre's ear. "He's going on a business trip tomorrow morning at my behest. I could have had people cut off his head and give it to you, as a reward for refusing this mission!"