RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 384: Cute Assistant

Knock!!!

Knock!!

I ignored the first one, the silence that followed afterwards giving me hope that whatever evil being was behind the door had left. But then...

Bam!!

Bam!!

Bam!!

I wasn’t a heavy sleeper to begin with, so with this, I cracked an eye open.

"What!!" I cried from the comfort of my bed, pulling the blanket closer around me.

"Open the door."

"I’m busy, go away."

"Marcus, open this door!!"

"Why did I agree to come on this mission again?" I asked myself, and immediately the answer came, my face twisting into a frown.

Yesterday, through an unexpected turn of events, I saw her. But then she had once more disappeared, and I found myself having nightmares concerning her throughout my short sleep last night.

I pulled the thick, warm covering closer to me, but a mix of the sound at the door and the thought of my missing sugar baby had my eyes unable to close. Soon, I was out of my bed and at the door.

"Since when did she become so noisy?" I wondered.

"Didn’t get much sleep last night?" Isolde questioned as I opened the door and began walking away.

I waved my hand, not wanting to complicate things.

"Being an annoyance isn’t your style. What’s the matter?"

Like she had just remembered that she’d been on the verge of breaking my door, Isolde’s eyes widened, and she quickly walked toward me.

"I don’t have much time," she said, taking a seat beside me and digging a hand into her bag.

By some uncanny coincidence, Ninja Momma’s choice of seating spot put us in the same position as I and a naughty priestess last night. My mind was straying to the activities we had engaged in then, when the black-haired woman beside me waved a picture in my face.

"What’s this?" I questioned, taking the hard paper. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Our new lead."

The photo in my hand was that of a woman. She had just been about to step into a car when it was taken.

"Our target?"

"No, she’s a troublesome variable," Ninja Momma was vague.

"If you keep at this, the kind of relationship you want us to have will never come to fruition," I said, but like she didn’t hear me, Ninja Momma continued.

"There’s a very high chance she’s related to our main mission. But even if that’s not the case, she’s someone we want to keep an eye on. When you spot her, alert me immediately."

"Sure..."

Somehow, Isolde and I ended up looking at each other after I said these words, silence and an unidentified tension built up.

"It’s surprising how far we’ve come in just these few months. Remember how we met?"

"Yes."

Isolde’s right hand moved up and stroked my cheek as she spoke. Her hands then went to my head, her fingers sifting through my hair, and when I answered, she stood to her feet.

"Enjoy your day, Marcus."

For today, Isolde dressed more casually. She had on a plain black skirt and a blue top. She let her hair fall but went very light on makeup.

Watching her depart, a nice feminine sway to her waist, I thought about how intensely surrounded I was by women. Then I thought back to the image the woman had shown me.

"Where have I seen that woman?"

This question gnawed at my brain.

This wasn’t the first time I had failed to immediately identify someone I had come across, but it was the first time the feeling of recognition was so strong. I felt that whoever the woman was, I should never have forgotten her, and this made me quite worried.

Falling back on the bed, my head turned left and my sight landed on the clock.

Shit!!

.......

As you all know, the story of me meeting Prisca the previous day had all been a sham a lie, bullshit, whatever you wanted to name it. My yesterday had instead been spent getting schooled on the meaning of power and fucking my benefactor’s stepdaughter.

One thing we should get clear, though, is that I hadn’t lied about having an appointment with France’s most trending fashion designer. She wasn’t a goddess in the big league, but among the upcoming talent, she stood at the top.

Stepping out in front of the over 40-story building where the meeting was to be held, I paid the cab driver and made my way forward.

Stepping into the building at the lobby, I caught sight of a few reporters, some adjusting their cameras, others making calls. I turned around, looking for the elevator, and was approached by a staff member of the building.

"How may I help you, sir?" A man in white and black walked up and asked.

"I’m looking to get to the 23rd floor. I have an appointment with Madam Prisca."

Maybe mentioning the Madam was not the smartest thing to do, as the man had turned cautious and needed to confirm with the designer’s assistant before I was let up.

When the elevator door parted open, waiting for me was a very cute female wearing a unique secretary dress.

"You’re late, come quickly."

Out of nowhere, a hand came and grabbed onto mine, pulling me before I could step out of the elevator.

"She’s going to be a little bit harsh, but don’t think much of it. You’ll be making a bad first impression, but do your best. I’ll talk to her after this and put in very good words for you."

I was confused by the rapid words that came my way and could only watch as the smaller woman brought me before a door and turned to me.

She touched the collar of my shirt, adjusting my tie, and then, smiling slightly, patted my cheeks.

"You’re cute." I blinked, and the next instant found myself being pushed into the room.

The room was long. There was a long rectangular table in its center, and on both its sides sat a mix of men and women. At the other end was a very beautiful and flashy woman.

"This is Marcus Lawson, Madam. He had a small accident on his way here and was late."

The cute lady was very much in my good books, while her boss, who sneered, displeased me.