57 HER FA?ADE MIGHT BREAK (2/2)

Hu Lei did not miss the provocation in the words. However, she did not take the bait from this person. She accepted another shot of whiskey and threw it back her throat without flinching. The picky girl who did not even like coffee was deeply buried.

”Did you tell your man that you were leaving?” He questioned after she refused to play his game.

For a moment, Hu Lei seemed wistful while she thought about the evil emperor. She did not dare dwell on it because her façade might break, forcing her to lose her focus.

”What do you think will happen if I tell him? I do not know the trouble my father is in this time. I don't think it will be so simple to solve everything. If luck is on my side, I will be back in no time. He will hardly notice my absence.” She did not believe it, but it made her hopeful.

”Why haven't you cut off that old man?” Vladimir asked with disgust.

It was extremely ironic for Vlad to ask this question. In her teenage years, he had used her father like a sword over her head, forcing her to help him with rather unsavoury tasks. If she had cut him off then, would he have gotten rid of his illegal business and kept his beauty happy and safe?

Still, she understood what he meant. If it was not for her father, she would not have needed to become this person. When Vlad had first captured the older man and threatened her, she had been able to free him as a hostage. They could have fled. However, her father had not been willing to leave because Vlad had access to some lab with some form of medical mystery. In the end, she had paid the price, and he had been able to study without a care.

”He is my parent.” She spoke with firmness.

Vladimir sighed as he nursed his drink.

”You know that he will come looking?” From his interactions with Zhong Feng, he knew that he was a smart man, and he would not let Hu Lei go. It would only be a matter of time before he appeared at his door if she did not return.

”Perhaps you can give him a message for me.” She looked wistful, her eyes unseeing.

”Would that be your coordinates?” Vlad laughed carelessly before asking one of his attendants to bring a pen and a paper.

Hu Lei wrote a single sentence before folding it up and giving it to Vladimir.

”What if he does not come?” he asked while putting the letter away.

”Then the message does not matter.” With that, she motioned for another drink.