Chapter 74: A Hostel
The sharp tap of Nyna’s heels echoed down the corridor, soon replaced by the hiss of a door sliding open as she scanned her iris for access.
"You’ve already seen everything here. So why are you still calling me?" She threw her words at Zeran, who was fixated on the big screen displaying cafeteria CCTV where Lethia was eating, caught in a frame.
"Because she looked like she was in pain while kneading her lower back," Zeran muttered, eyes never leaving the screen.
Nyna sat onto a nearby sofa, taking a generous sip of the wine she’d just poured.
"If you’re that worried about her, why don’t you just snatch her up and lock her in a golden cage in your mansion? Do you even realise how much trouble you’ve caused with this little game of yours?" She glanced at the technician, focused on cycling through the camera feeds until Lethia’s came back up on the main display.
"You must’ve forgotten something," Zeran replied coolly. "I’m not asking for a favour. You’re just simply clearing your debt, no questions asked."
His gaze still locked on the screen, one brow raised, whiskey swirling lazily in his hand.
Nyna let out a dry laugh. "Heartless bastard."
She knew exactly what those words meant—no questions asked was Zeran’s way of saying she wouldn’t get any answers, not even if she dropped to her knees and kissed his feet.
He’d only told her that Lethia had become an obsession. He needed to see what she was like inside the game.
And Nyna—the head of the recruitment committee—had to bend over backwards, convincing the higher up, including Callista, to change the selection rules just for him.