Chapter 16: Do You Know You’re Going to Die?
The feeling was quite novel. Stefan stood in the center of the crowd, his clothes disheveled, the austere restraint broken. His deliberately concealed beauty was now on full display, causing many people to stare at him in a daze.
Walter, Stefan’s secretary, could hardly bear to look anymore.
Everyone in Q Country knew that Stefan was very low–key, rarely attending press conferences himself, and keeping his personal information well–guarded.
How could such a person tolerate having his shirt half–open and hair
disheveled in front of everyone?
This was bad. Miss Irene had really offended the boss.
Walter had been by the boss’s side for so long, and he had visited the Norman. estate many times due to Stefan’s good relationship with Norman’s seventh
son.
But he had never seen the boss look at anyone with such a dangerous gaze.
Even when faced with difficult situations, the boss would just give a few light orders and let his subordinates handle it.
No one could really affect his emotions.
Of course, except for Miss Marta.
Irene couldn’t read minds, so she had no idea how Walter was mentally berating her.
The agent admired Irene, and the other officers thought she was a good candidate for the police force.
“Miss Irene, are you interested in becoming a police officer? I heard you’re still in high school. If you’re interested, I can write a recommendation letter for you. You can pass the exam and enter the best police academy in the country. directly!”
Irene blinked. “No, thank you. I’m not suited for military–style management.”
“There are non–military–style universities too! They’re also very good!” the agent enthusiastically introduced.
Irene licked her lips in mild frustration. “No, thanks. I don’t like the schedule of police work.”
“No problem! You can work as a special officer, only assisting in investigations when there are cases.”
Irene still refused. “My interest in deduction and martial arts is just a hobby. I don’t want to study it professionally.”
“Besides… you already gave me that recommendation letter before.”
The agent was surprised and thought for a moment. “I remember now. You’re a student at Anta Private High School, right?”
Irene nodded.
“What’s going on?”
“Remember when I was invited to that high school to give a training on
preventing terrorist attacks? | found several good candidates there. Some are now studying at the police academy and are doing very well.”
“So, you’re one of them.”
The agent sighed, looking regretful.
“Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider? The top–ranked university in Q Country has my mentor. I can recommend you to him!”
“Thank you, but really, no need. I’m not suited for university life.”
The agent had to give up, shrugging. “Alright, geniuses always have their quirks.”
Stefan chuckled softly.
Irene turned her head and caught his retreating smile. For a moment, it was like tiny crystalline snowflakes melting, with new leaves budding on branches. Stefan’s icy demeanor softened, becoming more gentle.
However, the beautiful scene lasted only a moment.
Irene looked at Stefan’s lowered eyelashes, feeling a tickle in her heart. She grabbed Stefan’s unbuttoned shirt collar and tilted her head, saying, “Do you know you’re about to die?”
Chust 16 Do You Know Youth- Going to DM?
This sentence froze everyone in place.
The surroundings fell silent, and everyone stared with various expressions.
Is she out of her mind?
Is she cursing Stefan?
How dare she?
Stefan’s expression didn’t change. He looked at the girl’s clear, crystalline eyes, filled with a unique emotion.
Although he hadn’t had his secretary investigate Irene thoroughly, based on everything she had done since they met, this was not someone who would joke about such matters.
Moreover, Irene hadn’t said it suddenly.
-Stefan noticed that she glanced at his buttons before smiling and making the
remark.
Several thoughts crossed Stefan’s mind, and a smile slowly spread across his face.
The onlookers were stunned.
Could Irene be telling the truth? Is it a murder plot? Or a premeditated kidnapping?
Who’s behind it?
Does Stefan know? If so, why not report it?
The police officers had a flurry of questions, but it was the agent who finally asked, “What do you mean?”
Irene looked up at Stefan. “You’ve noticed something off around you recently, haven’t you?”
Stefan smiled.
He stopped his angry bodyguards.
“Boss! I’ve been working diligently! There’s no way your safety is compromised! She’s cursing you!”
Irene raised an eyebrow
She didn’t usually meddle in such things. After all, it wasn’t her principle to be
nosy
But this person happened to be Marta’s brother, and he fit her aesthetic. perfectly. It would be a shame if such a handsome man died.
She had noticed something was off when Stefan walked in but couldn’t
confirm it from a distance.
Irene had asked Stefan to be her demonstration partner for this reason.
At this moment, Stefan’s gaze held a hint of appreciation. “You’re right. I’ve felt something strange recently.”
Is it true?
Everyone was stunned. No wonder he could build an enterprise of such scale; look at his calm and composed demeanor.
“Why did you say I’m about to die? I’m sure I’ve only received some prank–like gifts recently.”
“Let me guess. Have you received photos of your recent locations, itineraries of your associates, and a blood–stained knife?”
Stefan’s pupils contracted.
He was adept at reading people, often understanding their thoughts at a glance.
The recent strange occurrences had prompted him to seek help from familiar private investigators and police, but they unanimously suggested it was some
crazed admirer.
Stefan instinctively felt something was wrong.
But he had no evidence and no experience, so he could only tighten security
measures.
“How did you know?” Stefan asked, his voice dry.
Irene smiled mischievously.
The agent, anticipating Irene’s surprising statement, had already cleared unrelated personnel.
Now only Irene, Stefan and his bodyguards, and the agent remained.
The captain and the FBI had left, citing other duties.
Irene leaned against the wall, her slender fingers playing with a lock of her hair. “This can be both simple and difficult.”
“Do you know about the dark web?”
In Irene’s smiling eyes, Stefan saw a fleeting sharpness.
