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Chapter 789: You’re making me happy, Hera.

Chapter 789: You’re making me happy, Hera.

Hera and Deborah conversed as they waited for the knob to rattle. But alas, an hour had passed since Dragon left, and there was no sign of his return.

"Do you think someone is guarding the door?" Hera inquired, touching her now dry and uncombed hair. "This is strange. He often comes back at the time he gave."

"Something probably happened."

"Like?" Hera turned her head, her eyes landing on Deborah, who was now sitting on the floor, her back still against the closet. "Do you think he found out you infiltrated the mansion?"

"Impossible."

"This is Dragon’s Lair."

"It is, but as you always say, I have worked for him for years." Deborah simply cast Hera a quick, nonchalant look. "I’ve lived in this place long enough to know some way to get in without getting noticed."

"Can’t you do that now?"

"Hera, weren’t you called the Queen of the Underground in the past?" A frown appeared on Deborah’s face. "You’re asking the simplest questions."

Hera maintained an intimidating look but was secretly biting her tongue. "I was a queen because I never felt the need to hide. If I’m infiltrating a lion’s den, I’d go straight to the main entrance. Who cares if someone is guarding it? I can just take down everyone who stands in my way."

"Well, I guess you won’t understand me, then." Deborah shrugged, as that sounded like what Hera would do. "Can’t you do that now?"

"Hmm?"

"You keep telling me to just walk out of here. Why can’t you just do that?"

"In this state?" Hera mocked, but deep in her heart, she felt a little nervous. The real Hera might do that, but not her. "Hah. I guess we can only wait."

"What else can we do?" Deborah shook her head, and then silence immediately took over.

For a straight three minutes, neither of them broke the silence. They probably talked about anything they could—or rather, anything they wanted to talk about at the moment.

"What happened?" after some time, Hera’s quiet voice pierced the stifling air. Her eyes were still fixated on the door, observing Deborah from the corner of her eyes. "I understand that Dragon’s meaning of retirement is different, but what about your sister? Did you happen to see her at least?"

Deborah bit her lips as she let out a bitter laugh, casting her eyes down between her bent knees. "She’s dead."

"Dead?" Hera turned her head on instinct.

"Mhm. Dead." A glint of grief and anger flickered across Deborah’s soft eyes. "When I came to her graduation ceremony, the university had a tribute ceremony for her. That’s when I found out she got into an accident before the graduation. It was a traffic collision."

Hera held her breath as she clasped her robe, rendered speechless at what she heard. But then again, this was the underground world, and every single person in this place was a felon, including Hera.

"An eye for an eye," Deborah continued under her breath, but it still reached Hera. "I touched you, someone who is so precious to him. Therefore, he did the same to my sister, the only person I treasured."

She slowly raised her head, smiling bitterly. "I was foolish to think Dragon would kill me if he found out what I did to you. I thought he would simply use me until I was no longer useful. How foolish of me to think he already got his revenge, all the while ordering me around as if he hadn’t done the unspeakable."

"But on another angle, it sounds fair."

"Fair?" Deborah retorted, eyes swirling with ridicule. "You think what I did and what he did is fair? Hera, I tried to kill you, but... you weren’t innocent. My sister is innocent. She did nothing wrong — she lived a moral and fair life. She... she’s a good person, a lovely young lady with a bright future ahead."

A layer of tears coated Deborah’s face as her voice broke, grinding her teeth at the thought of her sister. "Tarrah is different from you and me, Hera. If you and I die, we deserve that, considering the lives these hands had taken. But Tarrah doesn’t deserve to die, especially for someone else’s sin."

Hera opened her mouth but then closed them again. She assessed the desperate look in Deborah’s eyes before she looked away.

"I’m sorry to hear your loss," she murmured. "My deepest condolences."

"Hah." Deborah chuckled in ridicule. "What a strange thing to hear, considering you—"

"Get in the closet," Hera interrupted, pushing herself up from the bed. "He’s coming."

Deborah furrowed her brows as she watched Hera trudge toward the door. Her eyes fell on the gap underneath the door, and the moment she did, she caught a shadow stretched from it. Without thinking, Deborah jumped from the floor and snuck inside the closet. Just like what she had previously done, she hid behind the clothes and peeked at the little gap.

’How did she know he was coming?’ she wondered, watching Hera stand in front of the shut door. ’Was she always this sharp?’

Meanwhile, as Hera stood in front of the door, the corner of her eyes sharpened. When a knock came in, he took a deep breath and smiled. She carefully unlocked the door, peeking her head to check the person outside.

"Still locking the door?" Dragon inquired with brows raised. "What is it now, this time?"

Hera pressed her lips and hummed, checking if there was anyone behind him. Seeing that he was all alone, a wide smile graced her face as she opened the door wider.

"Come," she said, grabbing his arm to pull him inside. Hera swiftly looked outside once again before she shut the door, resting her back against it. "I locked it because you might have company and they might see me."

Dragon slowly lowered his eyes to her, only to see her still in a robe. From the looks of it, she wasn’t wearing anything inside.

"What a naughty girl," he commented with a smirk, taking a step, and cupping her cheeks. "You’re making me happy, Hera."

Hera grinned against his lips, wrapping her fingers around his wrist. But before they could continue, she gripped his wrist slightly and bit his lips until the tang of iron filled their mouths. Dragon furrowed his brows as he drew his head back.

"What’s wrong?" he asked, concerned.

Hesitation played in her eyes as she glanced at the table behind him. He glanced over his shoulder, realizing that was where she got cut earlier.

"My finger aches," she explained with hesitation. "Frank, can we do it in your room? You’re always in my room, but I’ve never been in yours. If we’re going to do it, I’d rather do it there so... I have my traces there."

Dragon held her gaze and smiled. He leaned in and kissed her lips for a second. "Sure," he said, only to kiss her passionately. After a long kiss, he parted his lips from hers, resting his forehead against hers.

"Let’s go?" he whispered, and she nodded with a smile.

"Wait." Before they could leave, Hera grabbed his arm in panic. "Am I going to walk to your room... like this?"

Dragon smirked, assessing her from up and down. He slipped his hand inside his pocket, took out his phone, and called someone.

"Leave the area for a while," he ordered without any explanation, ending the call, and looking at her with pride. "They won’t see you."

A relieved smile turned up on her face as she nodded at him, standing on her toe, initiating a kiss this time.

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