BAB VII

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"So Jean is still alive? I thought she ..."

"That's what you have to do; Jean won't just die from jumping off a cliff."

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The man returned to pouring the drink into his glass, then growled in his throat, "The Bill and Sam brothers were incompetent when they caught Jean two years ago. Don't let me down a second time if you don't want to end up like them."

He threatened while showing back two photos of a man with one eye and beard while chasing Jean and announcing that Jean had died in the river. Shelly and Pate immediately nodded and walked away from the bar. He grasped his glass in annoyance then asked the bartender to refill his glass again.

"I miss you so much, Jean. You can't go away again until the end of your life."

Moon, or better known as Mr Black, became the most feared person in the 'black' world. Some fearsome fear of human trafficking, illegal organ sales, gambling and the mafia in Asia and the states. It is said that he is reportedly a special literacy force sent by North Korea to spy on allied territory. Several years he was in China and other Asian countries, now he is famous and untouchable by those who want to kill him. Even the CIA and Interpol class.

"Butterfly monster" is his nickname and people under its auspices will have a blue butterfly symbol tattooed on the nape of their neck. Including Black's favourite child Jean.

* flashback two years before the incident *

"How much are they charging us for hiring us? Is he so dangerous?"

Black massaged his forehead, thinking of something. In front of him stood some of his men Shelly, Pate, Kris and of course Jean. Shelly snorted at the behaviour of Jean, who sat relaxed on the gaudy gold sofa in Black's favourite room. More likely to be lazy while twirling - turning the pen in her hand even occasionally without awkwardness to sing a song.

"Do we have to take this job? I mean let me do it."

Shelly looked up, feeling she had to outperform Jean. Their competition is not healthy. Even though Jean did not think there was any competition between them. Shelly is just jealous. Black cared more for Jean than he did. But Shelly knew that he was still under that brown-haired girl.

 Black opened his eyes and leaned back on the soft chair. Scanning the room full of his best people, "What do you think, Jean?"

Everyone turned towards Jean. Of course, the look of dislike emanates from Shelly's face, who always looks terrible and sexy. Jean is indifferent. She was not even sure she had been listening to this conversation or not. But before she got here, she already got some data about the person his boss was targeting.

"Mr Theo has $ 8 billion worth of diamonds that he got from the most significant find in Pharaoh's tomb, Egypt. The diamonds are stored in the metal box behind Theodore Gericault's Head Severed painting. Guards? Not too many, about 50 people. Thirty people are inside. House and 20 people on guard in four directions and this is their 10th day of work; I'm sure among them are tired from not sleeping for 24 hours a day after I sent an anonymous letter. "

Mr Black laughed out loud. He was delighted with Jean's accurate observations. Shelly and the others couldn't even believe the statement.

"Good, Jean. Have you done everything without my orders? Good!"

Black laughed happily until his giggling sound echoed throughout the classically themed room.

Pate and Kris were silent without expression but not with Shelly who preferred to leave the room because she was upset. Jean glanced at her, who cursed softly as she passed and returned to playing with the pen in her hand. Black rubbed the top of the girl's head and leaned closer to whisper to Jean.

"Good job. I'll leave this task to you."

Black sat next to Jean while pouring his favourite bourbon to drink together with Jean, who remained cold.

"You two, go watch Shelly. Don't let her make any more noise at the bar."

Pate and Kris immediately got ready and greeted Black, who was now sitting pretty with a beaming face. Both of them seemed jealous of Black's special treatment of Jean. Not this first time, but often. They were invited to discuss work, but it was always Jean who knew better and was quicker to hit the target. The same questions are repeated. Why were they called the four of them if, in the end, the critical work was always Jean?

"This is like a silly joke!" cursed Pate who immediately grabbed the high chair and threw it over the edge of the bar counter. Luckily, there weren't many people inside, so things calmed down again, and most of them didn't care about Pate's annoyance. Shelly sighed as if she was no longer as emotional as in the room earlier.

Kris sat at the bar counter and preferred not to say much.

"Kris, aren't you annoyed with Jean? How could that fat little boy be so smart and make me so jealous of her!"

Shelly screamed this time while turning the rim of her cocktail glass.

Kris smiled bitterly, "Of course I'm jealous, but it's no use," said Kris who prefers to enjoy his drink. Pate nodded in agreement, and he massaged his forehead as if parodying his boss earlier. The three of them looked pathetic. Maybe that's what Jean thought when he came out of Black's study and walked casually with her cold image towards whoever was staring at her. Jean joins in and prefers to sit next to Kris ordering orange juice over alcohol.

"Tch .. Baby Black drinking orange juice? Oh well .. she can't get drunk, because she has to do an important task," sneered Shelly and received an elbow warning from Pate who was next to her.

You will look even sadder if you tease like that. Maybe that's what Pate would have said in his intense gaze of Shelly. But Shelly didn't budge. She kept narrowing her eyes, waiting for the bait to catch.

Jean smiled faintly then took a sip of orange juice, "Shelly..after this if you want to be like me, look in the mirror and tell yourself. Are you worthy or not?"

Shelly got up. Throwing a punch at Jean which Jean can easily avoid by dropping from the chair 45 degrees back then pulling on Shelly's fist which she immediately grasps. Kicking her knee so hard she fell to her knees in front of Jean who calmly returned to her position.

"Don't use your emotions for fighting, babe. Emotions overpower you in the presence of your enemies."

Fighting was inevitable.

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