After that mildly snide thought crossed her mind, Haruno Momoka withdrew her slender, fair finger and stopped paying attention to her sleeping target.
Light on her feet as a pink raccoon dog, she turned and began searching the spacious guest suite.
Her bright eyes darted through the dark, hunting through the nightstand, desk, and walk-in closet for encrypted documents or a briefcase Jiang Che might have brought with him.
If she could get her hands on Lingxiao Capital's core trade secrets—or some of his shady, high-level connections—
she could learn more about Jiang Che and claim a hefty mission bonus from Asura Hall's leadership!
Haruno Momoka was bent over, about to pull open the password-locked drawer beneath the desk, when—
Jiang Che, who had lain motionless on the bed, slowly opened his deep peach-blossom eyes.
There was no drugged grogginess in them. He calmly tucked his hands behind his head and leaned against the headboard.
His piercing gaze settled with interest on the pink-haired figure rummaging through his room.
"Miss..."
Jiang Che's low, rich voice sounded without warning in the silent room.
"What are you looking for in my room at this hour?"
"Should I turn on the light and give you a hand?"
"No, thanks—"
The question came from behind her, and Momoka, caught red-handed, answered without thinking.
But the word "thanks" had barely reached her lips before she froze.
Realization struck her like lightning.
A bone-deep chill shot up her spine, and cold sweat broke out across her back!
Wait!
There was no one else in this sealed room besides her and Jiang Che, who was supposed to be unconscious!
Which meant... Jiang Che had never succumbed to her Soul-Soothing Incense!
He had never passed out at all!
Momoka whipped around.
In the faint neon glow from outside,