"Of course. But secrecy alone isn't enough." Angel fixed his gaze on Hua Yuan.
Hua Yuan's expression did not change. She herself understood perfectly well that paying with secrecy was practically the same as paying nothing at all.
So what was the real price?
"I need you to join Prada Media Company."
Hua Yuan suddenly raised her head, shock in her eyes.
She had considered that Angel might ask her to join his organization. She had even prepared herself to become an insignificant nobody in the Dark Corner Cult.
Because in her eyes, Angel was a member of the Dark Corner Cult, and the Dark Corner Cult was an evil sect. If she did not join the Dark Corner Cult, she probably would not even be allowed to leave the Hidden Waters.
So whether she had to play along or merely make temporary plans, she had already prepared herself to be recruited by the Dark Corner Cult.
And Angel really had recruited her.
But not for the Dark Corner Cult—for Prada Media?
All at once, she thought of Gleipnir, who had never shown any prominence before, yet had suddenly risen to become Prada Media's operations director.
"Are you asking me to be a spy too?"
Hua Yuan's sudden remark left both Angel and Laplace stunned.
A spy? Why a spy?
And why "too"?
Hua Yuan said, "Aren't you asking me to join the Dark Corner Cult, then go to Prada Media as a spy and work with Gleipnir?"
Angel and Laplace: "???"
Seeing the strange expressions on Angel's and Laplace's faces, Hua Yuan's voice weakened somewhat as she softly said, "That's how it always goes in novels."
Angel knew Hua Yuan's thoughts tended to leap about, but he had not expected the plot she conjured up in her head to