Love Worth Fighting For

279 Dinner invitation

Zwetta shook her head. “No, I don’t know her.”

“If you don’t know Elena then how do you know Elena and her full name?” Christian asks again impatiently.

“An old woman whom I accidentally met two hours ago recounted the tragic fate of the family in front of their razed house,” Zwetta replied curtly and concisely.

“Huh what?”

Not liking the way Christian was looking at her, Zwetta finally told him what Mrs. Elle had told her two hours ago. Zwetta, who doesn’t like to talk much, only said the gist of the conversation, but it still took Christian by surprise. His face looked so pale.

“I can’t imagine their feelings if they know the house that has many memories has been razed to the ground at this time, they must be very sad,” Zwetta said quietly, Zwetta had not yet realized the change in Christian’s emotions that were so clearly visible.

Christian, who had no idea that his savior goddess could reach the dead Wilson family’s house, immediately locked his lips tightly, a flash of regret clearly visible in his teary eyes. Even though he wasn’t the one who set the family’s modest house on fire, Christian still felt a lot of guilt because he was the one who started the Wilson family’s nightmare by kidnapping Elena.

The silence that lasted for several minutes was broken when Zwetta’s alarm suddenly rang loudly, Zwetta, who was still required to take her medicine, deliberately set an alarm on her cellphone as a reminder.

“Anyone looking for you?” Christian asked quietly to Zwetta who had just pulled out her cell phone from the army green bomber jacket attached to her body.

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Zwetta shook her head. “No, it’s just a reminder alarm.”

“Alarm?”

“Yes, reminder alarm.”

“You’ve become a savior goddess for me and my sister, Zee. May I pay you?”

Zwetta, who had just put her cell phone in her trouser pocket, lifted her head quickly, her hazel eyes staring intently at Christian. “What do you mean?”

Realizing that Zwetta looks angry, Christian rushes to clarify. Christian stammered a little to explain the meaning of his words. Slowly the glint of anger from Zwetta’s eyes faded and Christian was grateful for that.

“I just wanted to thank you for helping me so many times, that’s why I wanted to invite you to eat together. If you can’t have dinner, lunch is fine.”

From behind her mask Zwetta smiled a little. “No need, you don’t need to do such a thing, Master. We won’t meet again after all and what I did to you was purely a coincidence, so you don’t have to pay me anything.”

“But I still have to do that, if it wasn’t for you, my sister might have become one of the victims of Osbert and Yamada Naoki’s barbarity. everyone will also be hit by the same madness. So let me give you a little thank you, Zee. At least before you leave this country,” Christian added again earnestly, this is the first time he has tried so hard to ask someone to accept his invitation to eat.

Zwetta rolled her eyes, one of her little habits when she was in serious thought. One thing she never did when she was Elena Wilson, the poor girl she pitied.

“Just once, let me repay all your kindness, Zee.”

Zwetta took a deep breath. “Ok, I’ll consider it.”

“No, you can’t just consider it. You must grant my request,” Christian insists shamelessly.

Zwetta narrowed her eyes, if it was the New York cops who asked her to join the city police, Zwetta might have hit her already, but when Christian forced her like this Zwetta looked hard to refuse his request.

“Ok, give me your business card. I’ll ...”

Before Zwetta could finish her words, Christian, who always provided several special business cards in his pocket, immediately gave Zwetta a black business card.

“Oh, ok,” Zwetta said quietly, accepting Christian’s business card.

Other women will immediately be overjoyed when they receive a special business card from Christian, because the business card has considerable magic. The business card bearer can call Christian at any time, the card can even be a guarantee for the holder when she is in a restaurant or even at an expensive boutique. That’s why the business card couldn’t be given to just anyone and Zwetta was lucky to be one of the owners of the card, but Zwetta’s expression was truly beyond expectation. She was not at all interested in the presence of the gold piece in the middle of the business card.

“You can meet and call me freely with just that card, Zee,” Christian says quietly, explaining one of the functions of his special business card.

“Calling you at will? Wow that’s great, how do you do that?”

Christian smiles. “You just need to scan the barcode on the card using your cellphone, after that you will be connected directly to my cell phone. And the barcode code on the business card can only be used once.”

“Hmm, quite interesting.”

“That’s a special business card that I gave to my business partner, Zee,” Christian said back, Christian wanted to show how special the treatment he gave Zwetta was.

“I’m not your business partner, so why are you giving me this business card? You’re not afraid that I might misuse this business card?”

Christian shakes his head. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be able to do that, a secret agent wouldn’t be able to do an act that is completely the opposite of her job.”

Zwetta huffed in annoyance, the sarcastic words Christian had just said stabbed her. Luckily at this time she was wearing a mask and a hat that covered part of her face, because otherwise her annoyed expression would have been seen by the five men standing in front of her.

“Ok, I’ll call you,” Zwetta said quietly, changing the subject. Zwetta doesn’t like hearing Christian mention her work, Zwetta is determined in her heart to find out who has leaked Christian Clarke’s true identity.