Chapter 363: Puzzle Billionaire
"Marcus is kind of a fan of puzzles. He likes to play with shapes and their properties, especially domination problems.
He’s used this skill to give me headaches plenty of times.
It wouldn’t surprise me if he actually did walk over here, strolling in fact, evading every camera like he had eyes in the sky."
Ninja Momma spoke with exasperation, her right hand pressed against her forehead.
"You didn’t inform me of this when you invited me over," the masked female tried to grind out, her unnatural tone making every word send an annoying shiver through me.
"I thought he would read the aura and behave. All he had to do was follow Kelly and come to us.
I didn’t think he would find a way to screw up something so easy."
Despite Ninja Momma turning to face her, the masked woman kept her gaze fixed on me. I couldn’t see her eyes from behind the mask, yet I could feel her stare.
A strange sensation spread across my skin, like a million needles pressing against my face but doing no real harm. It lingered until it suddenly vanished.
"You’re becoming soft on your lackeys, Isolde. Or is it because he’s a billionaire?"
A glint flashed through my eyes at the first part of the masked female’s sentence, but my immediate observation of Ninja Momma bore no fruit.
"Is that her codename instead?" I wondered.
"Young, naïve, and a billion dollars in the bank. Can you find anyone with such qualities who isn’t troublesome?"
The masked female didn’t reply to Ninja Momma’s words. She just kept staring at me, and the sensation of prickling needles began to crawl back across my face. Then I noticed a worried expression appear on Ninja Momma’s face.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
"Just a lesson."
I thought the sensation would transition from merely pressing against my skin to pricking, and then finally puncturing deep.
"Marcus!!"
The worried call in Ninja Momma’s tone drew my attention to her, and as I stared into her eyes, I caught the slight shake of her head and the warning look hidden there.
Ahhh!!
My acting skills weren’t top-notch to begin with, and under the observant gaze before me, I doubted I could deliver what Ninja Momma required.
So I reacted. Rapidly taking three steps back, I fell onto my butt, bringing my hands to my face.
I tried to give off the impression of fear, as if the gruesome image the woman had projected of my body pierced by hundreds of needles had genuinely terrified me.
But while I acted, I had other plans in mind, just in case the masked female saw through my performance and reacted violently. Ninja Momma, moving forward, blocking her view of me, ended those plans.
"This can work."
With her body shielding mine, and my form pathetically sprawled on the floor, Ninja Momma drew the room’s attention to herself. My lacking skills were overlooked.
"He’s a very important person, hold your whip."
"Since when did you become a mother hen? The lesson I just gave him will save his life in the future."
Things seemed to be getting heated, but after the masked female’s words, Ninja Momma facepalmed, and the pressure in the air abruptly disappeared.
"You should understand how things are with people like him. You can expect a letter within the week."
The masked female snorted, waved her hand, then turned and began walking away.
"Keep a tight leash on him."
Turning to me, Ninja Momma went down on one knee, her expression soft with absolute care. She gently pulled me into her arms, removing my hands from my face and stroking it as I muttered several incoherent words.
......
"Come sit here." I tapped on my thighs, eyeing the beautiful woman across from me. My gaze drifted to her butt, pressed against the desk behind her, loving the way her flesh plumped outward. I couldn’t help but picture that same effect happening to me when she was impaled on my cock, her buttocks pressed against my pelvis.
"I can smell the dirt in your head all the way from here," Ninja Momma chastised.
"Hope you like it."
The woman cocked her head, staring at me with a lost gaze for a few seconds, then she clicked her tongue.
"How was your journey?"
"You said New York. Right now, I’m on an unknown island."
"Sorry. You should understand this is a top-secret location. I can’t just blab it out to you."
Looking around the room after she spoke, my eyes narrowed. Seeing her unbothered expression, I pressed a question.
"Enemy or friendly territory?"
Ninja Momma immediately moved to answer, then paused.
"Seems I was right to call you here.
I originally wanted you to fly straight to New York, but I was in need of some special skills and had to take a bet on you."
"What do you want to know?" I asked.
"Not here."
Seeing the vigilance creep onto my face after those words, Ninja Momma chuckled.
"There are too many means in existence. What you know is best kept in your head until we leave this island.
Rather, let’s talk about our upcoming engagement."
The dark-haired mother didn’t give me a second to digest her earlier words. She immediately jumped into the next conversation.
I diligently listened to Ninja Momma’s plan, its end goal heavily to my benefit. But along the way, she mentioned something that grabbed my attention.
"Wait, a priestess?"
"Priestess. Sherman. One of them. She identifies herself as a direct representative of her god, so it’s rather complex where to place her."
"Perhaps a daughter of whoever she serves?" I suggested. But the subject of the matter had something to say.
"That is lazy and very disrespectful to the one at the top."
Just a few seconds into the woman’s sudden appearance in the room, I had sensed her presence. But instead of assessing her strength, I focused on her face, because it looked so familiar.
"Blue hair..."
With these two words, immediately, I remembered my time in Tobi’s dream, the woman who had been rough-handled by Mr. God.