Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 535 Leave no regret in life

A/N: Folks, I have to apologize for my rest yesterday. My eyes got blurry last night which scared the heck out of me. Anything in the distance became unclear. My eyes are sensitive because I can see what others can't. A little change transformed into a huge issue for me.

A body was thrown in, motionless after hitting the floor. The men, who laughed evilly shut the door and walked away, not stopping their remarks.

The man inside regained energy and wiggled his way toward the body with worries as he hissed subconsciously. He didn't dare to confirm his fear as he crawled closer.

The body wasn't moving. If not for the slightest ups and downs on the chest, indicating her breathing, the man would have thought his partner was really gone.

"Hey," he whispered. "Please talk to me."

"Just don't talk." A female voice moaned. "Let me take a rest."

"No, don't.... Talk to me." The man with bruises and wounds on his body and his face urged.

He feared as soon as the woman stopped talking, something might happen. Sometimes, willpower plays an important role in survival.

Losing one meant one step into the gate of the underworld. The woman realized what her partner had in mind and rolled her eyes silently.

She wasn't giving up. She was just too tired. The man managed to move the woman's body and saw her state. He gasped.

The reddened sore parts across the entire body and the puff cheeks apparently hit multiple times. And the blood stain, he shivered in anger.

In fact, he wasn't well either. Being tortured and interrogated to suck any information, these bastards gave no quarters.

He even had doubts about whether what he was doing was worth it. Of course, these thoughts dissipated when his eyes landed on the woman's figure.

Someone weaker never gave up, where would his face go if he relented? Although this woman was his superior, as a man, letting someone weaker than him suffer was another agony.

"It's all that bastard's fault. We never thought we would be betrayed." The man cursed lightly.

"This is war. There'll always be traitors among us. Only the strong will remain faithful." The woman comforted, hearing the grinding of teeth from her partner.

She smiled despite her miserable appearance. The ugliness was beautiful like an angel banished to the mortal world in the man's eyes.

He really didn't want to work under a woman's supervision initially but he must obey orders. After spending time together, her charisma and effort changed his opinion. He should never judge the book by its cover.

To him, she was the most beautiful goddess. Even now in the most desperate situation, she managed to calm his agitated soul. "Senior, if you really can't, you can..."

"Shut up." The woman scolded. "Don't ever think about it."

"But...you won't be able to hang on for long." The man pleaded. He was selfish, yes. In a matter of life and death, rights and wrongs were blurred out.

Thinking of the fate of women like her, it would be false to say she had no fear. She merely suppressed her emotions and didn't show her weakness to her enemies and her friends.

Today, because she was wearing clothes and the light was dimmer, the whiplashes on her body weren't seen by the man.

Should her partner witness what happened to her, she dared not think more. She glanced at the man, whose face couldn't be seen clearly.

"I'm actually more worried about you." The woman's words surprised the man. "They will soon use me to extract information from you. Promise me, no matter what happens, you won't say a word."

"..." The man turned his face away. "Senior, I—"

"Please, okay?! Don't fail my expectation for you even if you heard my begging voice or..."

"Don't talk, senior." The man interrupted her. "I don't want to hear about it. I promise, okay."

The two were silent again, feeling each other's temperature. Probably, the last warmth for the unknown fate ahead.

The woman recalled what she had seen when she was hauled around. A certain beautiful foreign figure, played around like a prostitute. Because she was tortured to the point that she couldn't remember everything, she only heard those bastards threatening her future similar to the figure, they humiliated.

She knew they were explicitly behaving on purpose to scare her mentally with examples.

According to them, they called her, Sofia. Another Interpol agent who got trafficked somehow. She didn't know the real reason but her shock was close to collapse when she saw and listened to the stories of Sofia. The woman shuddered as she wondered whether her fate would replicate Sofia's, a trophy for these demons.

Imagining herself, played around like a sex slave by many people till she only knew about mating for survival. Her final self-esteem and respect were driven out.

Even the well-trained agent became like this, could she survive? These frightening thoughts never ceased to linger in her head.

The woman calmed herself again, not to think too much, one step at a time, and apologized inwardly to her compatriots for her mission failure.

Because of her mistakes in reading people properly, the rescue operations in the future would take a toll. She had dragged other people down.

Many people, who shouldn't experience disaster in the future, would die and suffer as a result since they couldn't eliminate the threat early.

Sorry, it seems like I won't be able to go back. The woman muttered silently. She recalled the faces of her family members and friends. One wrong step, forever into the abyss.

As her mood dipped lower, a voice elicited a spark. "I like you senior. I have always liked you. I don't want to leave any regrets. I love you."

Just when the man felt, his confession was doomed to receive nothing, not that he expected too much but he decided to spend a worthy time while he lived, the woman smiled and waited, snaring the man's heart.

A few seconds later.

"I like you too. I should have taken you out on a date sooner if I knew this would happen."

"I know you'd reject but I...eh...wait...are you serious, senior?" The man trembled with excitement, his eyes still in disbelief. He regretted he should have confess sooner.