<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">It was almost noon when Emmett, Charles, and Samantha all woke up, got ready, and headed to Yvette’s room. Samantha looked at the table full of delicious food, even including duck confit. This hotel really went all out.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Eagle King tore off arge chicken leg, his posture quite rugged, and waved at Samantha as she came in. “Hey, Samantha,e on over. This is the only chicken leg left, it’s yours.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Samantha smiled and walked over, sitting down. She picked up the chicken leg and took a bite. It was soft and tender, the chicken well–seasoned. She said, “Thank you very much, Eagle King.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Emmett and Charles were sipping ck coffee, their eyes on the spread of food. When the hotel delivered the meal earlier, they specifically asked for Yvette’s opinion. From today on, their three meals a day would be prepared by a specially hired Clusian chef.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Emmett said, “Jeremiah, I took a walk around town earlier. In Fhongsoly, even the trash collectors are talking about yesterday’s incident with The Crimson des being wiped out.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Charles nodded his voice deep. “I logged into the underworld’s internal website. Everyone is specting which force struck in Voraxia. However, the area has always been chaotic, so the attention isn’t too high.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Samantha swallowed her chicken leg and took a sip of orange juice. Curiously, she asked Charles, “What kind of internal website do you have in the underworld? Sounds interesting.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Charles nced at Yvette and hesitated. The website was casually set up by Yvette to train the killers from the Seventy–Two Chambers of the Goodman family. Nobody knew it would grow so muchter, eventually bing an underground website for the underworld in Mysonna.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Even hackers had attacked the site before, but all attempts failed. Charles looked at Samantha, who was full of curiosity. They were all in this together, and Yvette probably wouldn’t mind him sharing this story.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Charles cleared his throat. “This website was casually set up by Yvette seven years ago for convenience.” Emmett’s hand holding the ck coffee trembled involuntarily.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Charles and Jeremiah knew about the website, but he never imagined it was created by Yvette. He wondered, ‘How old was Yvette seven years ago? Why could a minor aplish such a monumental feat? That was something to ponder.’</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Samantha was equally shocked. She looked at Yvette, who was sitting on the sofa. ‘Was Yvette human or a god?‘ she wondered.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Eagle King’s mental fortitude was pretty good; he was already used to it. The top–ranked killer infiltrating the Interpol. There was nothing he couldn’t ept now.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Yvette lounged on the sofa, legs crossed, in a boss–like posture. Her eyes were half–closed, exuding azy charm. Noticing everyone’s gazes, she said nonchntly, “Is that website still in use?”</font></font>
Charles nodded, swallowing hard. “Did you forget about the website, Yvette?” He genuinely believed Yvette could pull off something like this.
Yvette’s expression was indifferent. Propping her chin, she leaned backzily, almost rebellious. “I forgot it.”
The expressions on Samantha, Charles, and Emmett’s faces were surprisingly consistént. They thought, ‘Indeed, Yvette was amazing. She forgot it!‘
Jeremiah’s eyes held a faint smile as he turned to look at Yvette. Your skills are pretty good.”
He thought, Being able to create a website that even world–ss hackers couldn’t breach seven years ago. Her hacking skills must have reached the pinnacle. Yvette was truly blessed by fate
Yvette lifted her chin slightly, her longshes casting shadows over her clear, captivating eyes. Her voice was indifferent. “Which aspect of the skills?”
The room was quiet. Suddenly, Samantha stood up abruptly. As an experienced person, she felt the conversation was moving too fast, and it was time to leave.
She thought, ‘Whatever happened next, Jeremiah and Yvette probably didn’t want anyone else to see or hear. Samantha said, “Yvette, Jeremiah, my little Cuttic is calling me. I’ll take off.” With that, she got up and left.
Emmett and Charles also rose in perfect sync, without a word, They saw Eagle King still enjoying his chicken leg. They exchanged a nce and each grabbed one of Eagle King’s arms.
Eagle King, suddenly hoisted up, looked bewildered at Emmett and Charles on either side. Emmett said to Eagle King, Come on, you’re full.”
“No. I’m not,” Eagle King protested. His objection was in vain as he was forcefully carried out of the room by two people. The door mmed shut.
Jeremiah stared at Yvette in silence for a few seconds before getting up, walking over to pick up the prepared warm milk, and returning to hand it to her. “Drink more, replenish your strength,” he said.
Yvette raised an eyebrow, then put the milk back in Jeremiah’s hands, her eyes carrying a hint of defiance. She spoke slowly, “No need, my stamina is pretty good.”
Jeremiah looked into her eyes, slowly spreading a smile that could turn heads, then scooped Yvette up from the sofa with ease, His voice was slightly husky, his breath brushing against Yvette’s ear as he murmured, “My stamina is pretty good too.”
At nine o’clock at night, after eleven hours had passed, Jeremiah took Yvette to the bathroom to clean up, dried her hair, and then ordered a meal. Yvette rubbed her right hand, thinking, ‘Jeremiah is really getting out of hand!
In the next room, Samantha, Emmett, Charles, and Eagle King were ying poker. Samantha nced at the clock on the wall; it was already past nine. She shifted her shoulders.
They had been ying for almost eleven hours, and the door to the next room still hadn’t opened. Jeremiah’s stamina was really freaking amazing.N?velDrama.Org ? content.
Samantha wondered, ‘How my adorable Yvette was doing. She must be exhausted by now. But it was also possible that Jeremiah was the one who was exhausted. Being Jeremiah’s woman was really tough.‘
Eagle King gave a sly smile and said to the three of them, “Hey, do you think Jeremiah is on something?”
Emmett didn’t change his expression and shook his head. “No need. The military has professional tests, and Jeremiah is always first every year. His endurance and stamina are the best.”
Eagle King looked at the serious Emmett and gave him a thumbs up. “Bro, I was just kidding. Didn’t tell Jeremiah it was me who said it.”
Emmett shook his head. “I’ll pass on your exact words, Eagle King. You asked if Jeremiah was on something?” Charles looked at his cards and casually yed a two of diamonds.
“Win.”
“Win.
“Win.”
Three wins at once. Emmett, Samantha, and Eagle King said in unison, “Pay up.”
Charles pulled out a check from his pocket, a 3 million dors check. 10 million dors gone in one hand. As the three of them were settling the ounts, a voice from the hallway outside the door interrupted them.
The four of them exchanged nces, eximing inwardly, they thought, ‘Oh my god. Jeremiah and Sister Yvette are finally done. These two have crazy stamina.
The next day, in the dining area on the third floor of the hotel, the guests had changed. Those who had stayed at the hotel either died or were injured, and the rest left on the second day.
The new guests hadn’t seen Yvette, Jeremiah and the others. When they appeared, everyone’s attention was drawn to them. All the eyes in the dining area focused on the group.
The moment Yvette went to the dining area, Quinn received the news. He quickly set aside his work and hurried to the dining area, feeling nervous.
He wondered, ‘Could it be that Ms. Zeller didn’t like the food prepared by the hotel’s chef? That’s why they came down?”