The Villainess With A Heroine Harem

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Mr. Black's mood was already irritable from his day at work, and he was no longer in any mood to listen to whatever nonsense his son was up to now. "In that case, contact his bodyguard and have him dragged back immediately. No need to report such matters to me in the future."

Although he had given the boy some freedom, he still hoped that Amos would be more disciplined until he was able to prove himself as someone who deserved real independence. As it was now, he was gravely disappointed.

The assistant loosened his collar nervously. "T-That is… uh, Mr. Black… I-I tried to contact them, b-but… none of their devices connected."

Mr. Black's gloomy mood was immediately overcome with alarm as he shot up from his chair in shock. How could one of the best bodyguards in the world fail to respond for no reason? Something was definitely wrong!

"Investigate immediately! Immediately!"

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Samantha usually wasn't one to stay in the office till two in the morning, and the tall girl couldn't help but rub her brows tiredly as she listened to Noelle's report. "So, to summarize… it's all going as we want, right?"

Noelle nodded as she pushed her non-prescription thin-framed glasses up with her left pinkie. "Mostly. There's no guarantee that Braxy's father won't leak things that he shouldn't in a way we don't expect, which is why I have—"

Sam waved her hand with a smile. "Yes yes, I already know about all the nifty little tools you put into his body to track, monitor, and terminate. Honestly… just relax, Noelle, the guy clearly cares for his son and wife, he won't dare do anything."

The gray-haired girl frowned. Even if the likelihood was small, she'd always believed that prevention was better than cure. "It doesn't hurt to take precautions. No, in fact, we should always do so when we can."

Most importantly, Noelle had a sneaking suspicion that the next time she messed up even the tiniest bit, Emilia would definitely be using that as an excuse to deliver 'righteous punishment' onto her, and the gray-haired girl had no intention of discovering exactly what it was.

Samantha had no way to refute her since she was right, so she could only bow her head helplessly. "Thank you for your teachings, little ancestor. Now… can you please let me know if everything is over so I can go home to embrace my lovely little wife?"

The gray-haired girl paused hesitantly. "A-Are you referring to your sister?"

Samantha coughed, looking away shyly.

Noelle had never seen a more brazen pervert in her life, and to think that she had never realized it for so many years until recent events made her rethink everything in her life. Had she not been worried that the girl would be disowned, she would surely report this matter to Mrs. White!

Samantha cleared her throat in embarrassment. "A-Anyway, Noelle, can you not just… hurry up? My little Emilia—"

Noelle's face lit up with a very 'professional' smile, one that contained just the right amount of 'what is your preferred method of death' to shut Sam up. "I have been working tirelessly on this for weeks, and you're too horny to listen to me for a few minutes?"

Sam froze in shock for almost a whole minute before she managed to calm herself down. 'W-Whoa, Noelle's mad! I haven't seen her being emotional since… hmm, when was the last time she kicked my butt? Three years ago?'

For her to be so stimulated that she came out of her monk-like state… was this the legendary jealousy of single people when stuffed with 'dog food'? How strong must it be to even affect this cold ice-block of a woman? Samantha couldn't help but feel a little fresh. 

Still, since she had no intention of getting her workload tripled for no reason, Sam quickly raised her hands in surrender. "H-Hey now, don't get angry. I'm just a little tired and wanted to sleep, but I'll definitely finish listening to you first!"

Noelle deeply felt the vestiges of life at this moment. Once she got some free time, she would definitely have to get her hair checked. At this point, she felt like the need to keep dying it gray was almost gone. If anything, she was starting to worry if these two sisters will make her bald.

"N-Noelle?"

The gray-haired girl could only sigh. "Fine… I'll make it short, then. There are only two decisions I need you to make. First, the bodyguard and driver in our custody cannot be kept indefinitely. And second… take a look at this."

Sam stared blankly at the handgun on her desk before turning to Noelle in confusion. "What's this supposed to be? The bodyguard's gun? Just dispose of it as you see fit—"

Noelle shook her head in denial. "No, this was being carried by the target today. I'm not showing it to you for no reason. I believe this is an improved version of the latest service pistol… a prototype."

Of course, it needn't be said that she had already looked up and compared the two carefully, or she would never dare make such a statement.

But although she knew it was impossible for Noelle to make an irresponsible mistake like that, Samantha couldn't help but tilt her head in doubt. "…Why would that kid be carrying this around?"

Noelle shrugged. "I don't know, but does it matter? What matters is… I believe we can use this to our advantage and really make Black Tiger suffer this time!"

Samantha stared at the piece of metal on her table nervously. "W-What if it's a trap? And how are we going to use this, anyway? We can't show this to the government without risking our own neck either—"

Noelle smiled, but it was as cold as ice. "Not our government, no. Sam… I don't believe there is any need to say it plainly, right? Don't pretend to be stupid."

Samantha flinched. "N-Noelle, you…"

The brown-haired girl paused and hesitated, but in the end, she could only grit her teeth and speak her mind. "… have you been hanging out with Emilia a lot recently?"

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