"I swear."
Memoria Campbell pursed her lips, "Alright, I promise to follow your orders. If anything happens, I'll leave immediately."
"Good girl." Cold Evil's expression finally relaxed, "After the mission, I'll watch a horror movie with you."
Memoria's cheeks flushed, but she didn't curse at him like usual, she just spoke softly.
"Okay."
Her unusual reaction left Cold Evil slightly surprised, sensing the deeper meaning behind it, he raised the corner of his lips.
"By the way, when we return to Bitterford, let's hire a private plane, the kind with a big round bed. What do you think?"
"Cold Evil!" Memoria was both ashamed and angry, "Can't you be serious for once?"
"Since you're not against it, then it's settled, okay?"
"I have no time for this, I'm hanging up, goodbye."
Memoria hung up the phone in a huff.
"What happened?"
James Xavier walked over, noticing her slightly strange expression, and asked curiously.
