The Lady Only Deals With the Real Ones - Chapter 121

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12. I Know, But

“Haa, ugh….”

I opened my eyes after coughing softly.

My hands wouldn’t move. Looking down, I saw I was tied to a chair.

There was no time to panic at this textbook kidnapping situation.

‘There’s no guard. First, let me quickly figure out where I am.’

Looking around, I found myself in a dark and old warehouse.

The windows were blocked so I couldn’t see outside, but since no light was seeping through, the sun hadn’t risen yet.

‘I couldn’t have been unconscious for more than a day… Not much time has passed. It must be somewhere not far from the pawnshop.’

The person who kidnapped me had said ‘let’s go quietly.’

There was a risk of being spotted, so they couldn’t have gone far.

As I was estimating where in the capital there might be old warehouses, I heard voices outside the door.

“When do you plan to deal with that girl?”

“Why are you in such a rush? It’s only been two hours at most.”

“But if her family or roommate reports her missing….”

“What are you talking about? I confirmed she lives alone at the shop. As long as we finish before the pawnshop opens, no one will know.”

The voice of the man giving orders sounded familiar somehow.

He spoke in a mocking tone.

“Dealing with one girl like that is nothing. I’ll keep watch, so you guys move the cargo. We need to get out of here as soon as we’re done.”

“Ah, yes!”

“Be careful not to be seen by others. If we’re caught, it’ll all be for nothing, got it?”

“Understood!”

‘That voice was definitely among the journalists.’

It was the voice of the journalist who had asked me if I was inheriting Rosaline and Hugo’s fortune.

‘So he came to spy back then!’

I remembered how my eyes hurt unusually and I felt dizzy when I was bombarded with flashes.

He probably came disguised as a journalist both to spy and to test the flash magic device.

‘From the footsteps I heard, there were at least four people. The others went out to move cargo, but….’

I remembered that the fake journalist who said he’d keep watch had quite a large build.

Could I, with just my bare hands in this situation, overpower him and escape?

Why did these people kidnap me in the first place?

Biting my lip, I looked around once more and my eyes lit up.

Perhaps because it was an abandoned warehouse, glass shards were scattered all over the floor.

‘If I can just get those, I can cut the rope!’

Though I was tied to the chair, I could barely move my legs.

I’d think about how to get the glass shards to my hands later, so I gave the chair some momentum.

‘It moves!’

I was gradually getting closer to the glass shards when—

Click—

The sound of a doorknob turning.

I froze in place.

“…Damn, the doorknob is acting up again. This old piece of junk.”

Click. Click.

The man turned the doorknob irritably and took a deep breath.

Bang! Bang!

Loud sounds came as he kicked the door. The creaking from the hinges meant the door was about to open.

Looking back and forth between the door and the nearby glass shards, I quickly racked my brain.

‘Right, since it’s come to this, I might as well…!’

Just as I made my decision and threw myself forward, the door opened with a clunk.

“…What the?”

Thud—

The man looked bewildered seeing me fallen over with the chair.

Before he could think deeply, I didn’t miss the opportunity and made groaning sounds.

“Ugh, uhhh… Who are you? Wh-where is this?”

As I flailed my legs while hanging from the chair, the man clicked his tongue.

“Ha, these idiots really…. They should have tied her to a pillar since the chair could fall over. Now she woke up in the middle.”

‘Perfect!’

It went as intended.

The man seemed to think I had woken up when the chair fell over.

He didn’t realize the sequence of events was reversed.

In that gap, I quickly hid a glass shard in my left hand and spoke in a terrified voice.

“Wh-who are you to do this to me….”

“That’s none of your business. Am I crazy to tell you that?”

The man snorted and set the chair upright.

“Well, whatever. No point dragging this out, let’s finish quickly. So cooperate, got it?”

Pat. Pat.

The man’s hands, reeking of cigarettes, carelessly tapped my cheeks, and his eyes held murderous intent.

Even I, who grew up watching the so-called ‘Hound of Hell,’ flinched for a moment.

“Co-cooperate? What do you mean….”

“You caused us some losses, didn’t you?”

At those words, I flinched for a different reason.

‘There’s more than one or two people who lost because of me. Which side is this guy from…?’

There were so many possibilities.

Was it Hugo and Rosaline’s side? Malcolm’s side? Crodil’s side?

Or could it be a customer dissatisfied with the appraisal?

I needed to know what this was about to make a plan, but there were too many suspects.

But this guy probably wouldn’t tell me himself.

“So you need to take some losses too, don’t you think?”

“I-I’m sorry you suffered losses because of me. But exactly what are you referring to… Ugh!”

Slap—

Stars burst before my eyes with the sharp sound.

The man who struck my cheek with his pot-lid-sized hand grinned nastily.

“Where do you get off trying to probe for information, you insolent brat.”

I had said it as a test, but I didn’t expect such an immediate reaction.

I tasted blood in my mouth.

Since I couldn’t continue speaking, the man finally seemed satisfied and chuckled.

“Let me tell you, I have no intention of talking or negotiating with you. So just do as you’re told. If you don’t do it properly, you know what happens, right?”

The man waved his large hand as if telling me to expect another hit and leaned against the table.

He pulled something from his pocket.

“Repeat exactly what I tell you.”

It was a recording magic device.

“I, Elisha Rionet, delegate all authority to the owner of this recording magic device.”

“That’s…!”

I felt a sense of déjà vu.

This was exactly the method I had used when accessing Hugo’s account.

Rubbing my fingertips, I felt something sticky remaining.

‘They already took my fingerprints while I was unconscious!’

The man raised his hand and threatened menacingly.

“What did I say would happen if you don’t do it properly? Hurry up and repeat it!”

“…I, Elisha Rionet, delegate all authority to the owner of this recording magic device.”

“Yes, that’s right. You’re doing well, so why get angry when you should just listen, hmm?”

What the man held out then was.

“Now you’ll need to sign this too, won’t you?”

A blank sheet of paper.

A blank written agreement that the man could fill with whatever content he wanted!

“…Do you need my money?”

Fingerprint, voice recording, and signature.

With those three things, banking transactions were possible, but only account inquiries were allowed.

Just like how I could check Hugo’s account but couldn’t withdraw deposits.

“Oh my, since this only allows inquiries, are you trying to negotiate under the pretense of withdrawing directly? No, there’s no need for that.”

However, the man picked up something from the table and waved it around.

“When I searched your body and bag, this came out.”

It was a seal.

Grandfather’s seal.

“Don’t worry. After withdrawing the money, I’ll throw this away somewhere far in the sea or something.”

The man spoke quite cheerfully as he looked at my pale face.

“You’ve made a lot of money. You’ll make a lot more in the future, right? Think of it as sharing with unfortunate neighbors who became poor because of you.”

‘You crazy bastard, that’s really an insult to truly unfortunate neighbors!’

In any case, it became clear that this man’s purpose was money.

But who exactly sent him?

‘Besides, that seal belongs to Grandfather, I don’t know about other things but that one…!’

It was the moment I looked at the belongings placed on the table that the man had taken out while searching me.

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

‘Right, that might work.’

This man looks down on me, but on the other hand, he’s also wary.

Whenever I tried to say something, he snapped at me not to even think about negotiating.

So the man was definitely on edge, thinking I had at least one contingency plan to backstab him.

Even though he had searched my body and taken everything away.

Then?

‘There’s no way I’d have a kidnapping contingency plan.’

But.

‘If there isn’t one, I can make one!’

More precisely.

‘Even if there isn’t one, I can pretend there is!’

“I’ll return everything except the seal nicely. There doesn’t seem to be much that’s worth money anyway.”

It was when the man, who had put the seal down on the table, was carelessly poking at my belongings.

“Well, that’s only possible if you sign obediently though….”

The moment the man’s hand brushed against the red cigarette on the table.

I shouted sharply.

“Don’t!”

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