Vermouth naturally knew that he wanted to keep an eye on her.
They were all old foxes. Who didn't know what game the other was trying to play?
Of course, she did not care about that. After all, he had already seen straight through her; what difference would it make if he saw a little more? It was not as though she could hide it anyway.
Compared to that, knowing what she had exposed would make her feel more at ease.
Besides, this phone was genuinely convenient. Using a dedicated phone and satellite communications was, admittedly, far more convenient than the Organization's method of passing intelligence through emails.
Vermouth put away her phone, then glanced once more at Fujino's current face as he sat across from her.
She wanted to say something, but hesitated and ultimately said nothing.
The smoke had cleared, and the crowd had dispersed.
Fujino and Vermouth walked out of the Blue Sky Moth Bar together.
Vermouth wore a fitted black suit, her black high heels clicking against the ground.
Walking beside him, she kept stealing glances at Fujino from the corner of her eye.
Naturally, Fujino noticed the strange way she was looking at him.
Being stared at by a sultry old auntie felt rather strange.
That intensely prying gaze, as though she wanted to strip him bare and inspect every inch of him, was hard to miss.
It made him very uncomfortable.
So he asked her bluntly, "So, do you have any other questions?"
Vermouth realized that he had caught her peeking, so she simply stopped pretending.
Meeting his straight ball with one of her own, she asked directly, "I'm just curious where that face came from."
"I made it myself. Where else would it have come from?"
"Then who taught you?"
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