I Love You, Miss Genius

Yasmine sniffed, her eyes turning red.

"I'm begging you, Billy. Let me go."

"Heh..." A malicious grin crept up his face as he spoke. "I spent 130 million dollars on you and yet, here you are, asking me to set you free. Do you think it's going to happen?"

With that, he gripped her arm tightly before flinging her to the bed.

She went along with the momentum and allowed herself to fall onto the bed.

As he took menacing steps toward her, she pretended to be scared and crawled backward. Eventually, she reached the edge and there was nowhere else to go. All she could do was stare at him tearfully. "Please, Billy. I'm begging you. Let me go."

However, he had no such intentions. Reaching out, he was about to grope her supple breasts.

That was when she quietly reached behind the back of his neck and struck him fiercely.

"Ah!" He let out a guttural scream before passing out from the sneak attack.

Meanwhile, she looked at Billy, who was unconscious and lying on the bed listlessly. Then, she sneered and withdrew her hand.

"Heh! It's like taking candy from a baby! You don't have what it takes to do anything to me, Billy."

After that, she pulled out something she had prepared beforehand and an antique pocket watch. Then, she propped him up to a sitting pose and struck two of his vital points.

All of a sudden, his eyes snapped open, and he stared straight into her eyes.

Anyone would've been freaked out when they saw something like this, but not Yasmine. She was used to something like this. Crossing her feet, she sat on the bed and swung the watch slowly in front of his eyes, hypnotizing him.

Eventually, his expression gradually grew dull. It was time. So, she started asking him a few simple questions.

Billy answered everything correctly. That meant the hypnosis was a success.

She proceeded to wait several seconds longer.

Realizing that he wasn't sobering up, she asked him the important questions.

"Rumor has it that your organization

lent a hand to someone called Falcon recently, Billy. He holds a chip as well as a bank card that has 1.6 billion dollars in it. Have you

these things before?"

He shook his head in response. "I-I've seen the chip, b-but not the bank card. In fact, I didn't know that he had that kind of money with him."

'How cunning. This Falcon character

is smart enough to keep some things to himself. After all, the whole world knows that he has the chips, but no one knows that he has 1.6 billion dollars with him.

'That's why he wouldn't dare to spend it for the time being. Actually, the chip matters more than the money.'

"Did you guys try to crack the chip, then?"

He frowned in response. It seemed that he was fighting hard not to respond to this particular question. However, he gave her the answer eventually.

"We did!"

She asked again, "Have you guys gotten anywhere with it?"

"N-No. The last two passwords were too complicated. N-Not even my lackeys, who are professional technicians, could crack it." His forehead was covered with sweat as he spoke. It was a sign of him resisting her questioning. Frowning, she hurried on to ask the next big question.

"Where's Falcon now? Does he have the chip? Or, are you guys holding onto it?"

Billy's brows knitted tightly as beads of sweat rolled down the side of his forehead.

He parted his lips as if he was about to answer the question. However, he was resisting her so much on the inside that his body started exhibiting unusual signs.

Realizing that he could break out of her hypnosis at any time, she swung the pocket watch in front of him and tried hypnotizing him again.

"Tell me what I want to know, and I'll give you the thing you want the most.”

He was still wrestling with himself, sweating profusely as he did.

Her frown grew deeper.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

'Surprise, surprise. I didn't count on him to be this mentally fortified. Eve hypnotized him for this long, and yet he's still keeping his mouth shut. I have no other choices now. l have to use that move.'

She proceeded to hit several of his vital points before swinging the pocket watch in front of his eyes at a faster rate this time.