Chapter 222 - Unspeakable Nature (2/2)
”Hahahahahahahaha! The p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e is mine, Prince Maxen. And anything for my financial adviser. Right, Ms. Lin?”
”Very well. I hope you don't mind, but my men had to do a sweep on you first.”
”Sure. Sure, go ahead.” Chanel Greene rolled her shoulders, biting the inside of her cheek. She didn't want to embarrass herself, so she took out the microphones and cameras pinned on her and dumped it in the collecting bin that Shadow was holding. And even though she already dropped all the devices she had on her, Shadow still frisked her, cupping and patting all the nooks of her body which the agent could reach.
Swallowing a golf ball size lump in her throat, Chanel craned her neck and watched as Konstantin let the men swipe the metal detector along the outline of his body, and noticed how Maxen and Konstantin were in the zone, locking glares with each other.
She wouldn't lie, but she got curious about the history of the two men. She thought she could find the answers on Olivia, but just as she turned her head to face the Lin heiress, she heard someone speak.
”Clear,” Shadow said.
”Clear,” an MIB said.
”This way, Ms. Greene,” Olivia said with a smile and gestured towards the private office in the hotel suite.
Everyone stood and waited for Maxen to find his seat, and as soon as he sat, the rest followed. As if on cue, the security details emptied the hotel room except for MIB1 and Shadow who stood side by side in a corner where sunlight couldn't reach.
Chanel Greene's eyes darted from Olivia, then to Maxen, and lastly, to Konstantin. All three held stoic expressions on their faces and held an air of confidence that only to people like them was born with as if it was their second skin.
Was this how people like them always hold themselves up? People who belonged to the top 1 percent of the population? She couldn't help but be amused at how the three sat—composed and not a strand of hair out of place—when she could feel her armpits sweat and drench her clothing even with how cold the room was.
Clapping a hand, Maxen nodded when all the attention was on him. ”Please enjoy the tea. I made it myself.” Maxen beamed and gestured a hand to the coffee table.
Konstantin was the first to pick up a cup. He was thirsty and needed relief to his parched throat. He lifted the cup of tea in front of him and pressed it to his lips, taking a sip of his tea, and his face told everyone how bad it was.
Curious, Olivia lifted her cup and smiled. ”Didn't know His Highness had a talent in brewing tea,” she commented, pursing her lips to keep herself from smiling. The sweet fruity taste of peach blending well with the nuttiness of matcha tickled her taste buds. ”Mmmm,” she m.o.a.n.e.d in approval.
Olivia's reaction piqued Chanel's curiosity, so she reached for her cup. Gulping it down, she regretted her decision.