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Chapter 1105: I hope you know how to curse well.

Chapter 1105: I hope you know how to curse well.

Elliot jolted, sitting upright on instinct when a sudden kick erupted on his side during his sleep. His mind, in a half-awake state, only sensed danger. Hence, he grabbed the nearest ’weapon’ within his reach, which was a book. When he looked up and realized the person standing next to him, he sighed and put the book down.

"You can kill with a book?" Hera inquired in awe. "That would be amazing."

"Are there other ways you can wake people up aside from inflicting them violence?" he wondered, touching his side a little. "Seeing you here, I assumed your mission was a success?"

"It was a piece of cake," Hera remarked emotionlessly, gazing down at him. "Where’s your phone?"

"Huh?"

"Your phone."

"You took it from me days ago," Elliot blurted out sternly, only to see her raise a brow. He mentally hissed, knowing she already knew. "Did you plant cameras around here?"

Hera didn’t answer, but Elliot still looked around the room he was stuck in. If Hera placed cameras in here, then that wouldn’t be surprising. With that thought in mind, Elliot gave in.

"I put it back in your drawer," he said, and she didn’t waste another second indulging with him.

Hera marched toward the desk while Elliot followed her figure with his gaze.

"I’m out of options," he said. "I noticed the details I had been missing when you gave me those files. So, I have to make a call. I had to do what I have to do."

"Good for you," she returned without looking at him.

"Do you have any idea if there’s anyone in the General Assembly that isn’t part of this corruption?"

"Do I look like I work there?"

"Hera, I am on your side," Elliot stressed, getting up from the floor and back to his feet. "At least, right now, we’re in the same boat. If there’s something more you didn’t tell me, I think you should let me know. I don’t want to die just because you held back information."

Hera didn’t look at him until she found the phone. "Those files are all the information I got."

"You don’t know who are they working for?"

"Why do you think I went out of my way to save you, Mr. Dunkell?" Hera leisurely raised the phone. "What’s the point of taking you here if all you expect is for me to spoonfeed you? By the way, did you make a call to somebody?"

Elliot shook his head and denied it. "No."

"And you’re lying because...?"

"I’m not — fine. I called somebody."

"Who?"

"Someone I know."

"Someone... we both know?"

Elliot’s expression turned solemn while holding her gaze. "I contacted my lawyer," he ’confessed.’ "He’s also a friend for many years. Since I’m going back to Interpol to attend my funeral, I want to do it legally. I am not like you, Miss Cruel. Even if my enemies are my own people, they are still my people. If I disregard justice and the laws, what’s the difference between the two of us?"

A wave of silence befell their shoulders after Elliot’s remarks. Both Elliot and Hera stared at each other as if studying one another.

"If you don’t believe me —"

"I don’t believe you," Hera remarked. "If I do, then I’m not Hera Cruel."

"I know." Elliot rocked his head. "But even if you don’t believe or trust me, you’re my best bet in winning this war. I won’t do anything to harm you."

"And so what many said before trying to kill me." Hera casually tossed the phone and caught it in midair. "Continue sleeping. I’m busy."

With that being said, Hera was ready to leave him alone. But just as she took a few steps, Elliot spoke again.

"Where are you taking my phone?" he asked, brows furrowed. "You won’t see anything in there."

"I’m not going to retrieve your calls."

"That’s not what I —" Elliot halted when Hera suddenly threw the phone on the floor and stomped on it. "What are you doing?!"

Hera shrugged and then stomped on it again. She stomped on it over and over until pieces and parts of the phone came off.

"See? I’m not trying to peek at your messages to know if you’re having an affair or having an existential crisis," she slowly squatted down, brushing the parts away before a smirk turned up on her face. Hera took a microchip, snapping her eyes up at him while showing the microchip.

"If I were you, call your lawyer again," she remarked. "Whoever is listening to you doesn’t want you to know they’d been eavesdropping. Let’s just hope it’s not your wife who thinks you’re having an affair."

"I’ll ask Joker to give you a new phone which had all your contacts," she added as she stood up. "Wait an hour or two. Someone will hand you your new phone and don’t worry. I won’t bug it."

"It’s not!" Elliot blurted out, opening and closing his mouth. "The person I called, it’s not my lawyer."

Elliot rushed to her standpoint while Hera tilted her head to the side. "I can’t tell you who it was, but even if you don’t trust me, I am giving you my word. I won’t do anything to harm you. Like I said, you are my best bet to put things in order. We are in the same boat."

"Elliot, be careful," Hera warned quietly and calmly. "There’s a reason why this had never earned my full interest initially. Aside from the fact it was an endlessly boring bloodshed, it’s a waste of time."

"And now?" he returned. "Do you still think it’s a waste of time?"

"Yes."

"Then why —"

"Because it’s starting to affect my life." Hera stood tall, facing him squarely. "It’s the least bit interesting still, but it pisses me off unlike any other."

She paused and took a step closer. "You and I aren’t in the same boat. I am the ship you’re riding in to get to where you wanna go. Jump out and swim on your own or keep riding until you reach your destination. Take your pick."

With that being said, Hera turned her back on him to walk away. But just as she reached the door, Elliot spoke again.

"You’re right. You are the ship and I am a mere passenger," he stressed. "Hera, even a passenger can do something to stop the ship or sink it."

"I sink, and you sink." Hera glanced over her shoulder. "Unless you think there’s a lifeboat waiting for you. Otherwise, you’re just being stupid."

This time, Elliot didn’t stop her from leaving. Once she closed the door behind her, a deep exhale slipped past his mouth.

’She’s so hard to please,’ Elliot shook his head, about to go to the couch to sit down. But before he could, he caught a piece of yellow sticky note on her desk.

Deep lines immediately resurfaced on his forehead, approaching the desk. He picked up the sticky note, squinting his eyes.

[My house is bugged. Let’s not get along for now. ^_^ I hope you know how to curse well.]

"That... bi — bitch," Elliot blurted out under his breath, looking around the room cautiously. "There’s no use being nice to her. Once I get back, I’ll prepare the smallest cell for her."

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