The Devil's Secretary

Chapter 259: What did he look like?

Bizarre ideas raced in his head.

He had been with three women that night and two of them were already interrogated by Benjamin and they clearly expressed that they had left early. And the third woman he had supposedly spent the night with was suggesting that she was not with him.

He was not a saint. If it were in the past, he would not have cared if he had a threesome or... well. But the past was past.

For Daisy Chen, he would have to retain all his uncorrupted parts and bleach the corrupted ones clean. Hence, Ryle was fucking relieved when he discovered that those two women had left early. At least he had the decency to not go for all the three women at once.

He would have been further relieved knowing that he did not have any entanglements with the third woman as well had there not been a huge loophole in the whole thing.

The truth, as much as he would want to go back to his teenage years and be a virgin before popping in Daisy’s life as epitome of purity and free of scandalous affairs, was that he had been with a woman that night he had taken Daisy to that nightclub for the mission.

There had been a woman in his bed when he left. He had not bothered to look at her, not knowing that she would come back to haunt him in the future.

’’I was in the washroom...’’

As the woman spoke up, Ryle looked up at her.

’’When I came out, I happened to see that blondie talking to a man who seemed rather perverted...’’ freewebnσvel.cøm

Ryle concluded that the perverted man was none other than the subordinate of the drug lord they captured. Later, he had revealed the torture cell to Daisy and when she saw that bastard getting tortured, she ran away.

At that time, he could not understand why his secretary, Dexter, was acting so weird. It was not after many truths came out did he realize that Daisy was pregnant at that time and that too mysteriously. Combined with everything that happened, his actions of exposing her to all that gore probably left her nauseated.

’’The pervert kept groping the blondie everywhere. I could not understand. That blondie was so cold to me when I approached him. Why was he letting that pervert take leverages with him? I did not understand at all...’’

Ryle’s eyes narrowed. Had he not personally killed that man, he would have desired for him to be alive so he could torment him properly for eternity, not letting him have the relief of death.

’’So, when I saw them going somewhere, I followed them...’’

Ryle glanced at the woman, his palms clammy. He had a feeling that he was getting closer to the answer he was seeking but was it going to be an answer he would like? He was unsure about that.

’’Blondie tackled that man in an isolated place and he was too drunk to realize what was happening... I was scared that it would be my turn next...’’

As he listened to the woman’s words, Ryle got the gist of what had transpired.

The woman had wanted to leave when she saw Dexter tackling that man but she was standing in a place where if she moved, she would reveal herself. So, she stayed put in her place so that she could leave once Dexter left.

But then according to her, Dexter had been unstable on his feet.

’’He seemed high. Not drunk. I have had some access to the powder in the past and my brother is an addict so I know it’s not alcohol, but drugs. I could see it on his face. But it was not surprising. The whole venue that night was contaminated in one way or another. Everyone knew what they were getting themselves into.’’

Ryle knew she was not lying. Even though he had limited alcohol that night, he retained no memories of the events that transpired. He too, had been exposed to the drugs.

’’He bumped into a door and leaned against it. And the door opened. A man walked out. After a few moments, he dragged Blondie inside. The room was dark... I could not see what happened inside till the door closed on my face... I was too scared to stay there. You, blondie and even that man who dragged him inside did not seem like ordinary people. I was afraid of attracting trouble so I left as soon as I got the chance...’’

"Do you remember his features?"

To Ryle’s question, the woman went silent.

After a few seconds passed, she nodded, ’’But I did not get to see him for a long time. He just stepped out, grabbed Blondie and stepped inside before I could look at him for long. I remember his face because he was very handsome...’’

To that, Ryle had no suspicions. Because the woman did remember him and Daisy, who was disguised as ’Dexter’ back then simply because they, in her words, were ’handsome’. And she remembered them for so long even as they were strangers so it was not surprising that she would remember another handsome stranger.

Ryle tilted his head to the side, his gaze settling on the jug of water near the bedside table.

The woman followed his gaze and immediately stood up, ’’I will get water for you,’’ Although she still looked shit scared, she approached the bedside table, poured a glass of water before bringing it back to Ryle.

Ryle glanced at the glass of water placed in front of him, and his brows raised slightly but he did not move his hand to pick it up.

’’What did the man look like?" he asked without looking up from the glass.

’’H-Handsome...’’ The woman trailed off when Ryle looked at her with a gaze that he would snap her head off her body.

She retreated a few steps.

’’Don’t describe him as a poet. We are not visiting his grave now, are we?"

’’He...’’ The woman sucked in a deep breathe, worried that the next grave he mentioned would somehow be hers, ’’He had blonde hair...’’