Tsk.
Watching the drone footage of the intimate exchange between the two, Miss Rachel couldn't help clicking her tongue.
Compared to Esnie Nora, this [Steward] was clearly easier to target.
As mentioned earlier, everyone looked like a different animal in Rachel's eyes.
Very few people truly made her feel threatened, and Miss Esnie was undoubtedly one of them.
An antelope was easier to deal with than a white wolf.
In other words, this was undoubtedly good news for Rachel.
But why did it feel a little irritating...?
Shaking her head, Rachel stopped dwelling on it and turned the drone around.
Past experience told her that dealing with the leaders of these major conglomerates required identifying and exploiting their weaknesses.
These people tended to be timid and cautious, and a failed assassination could easily get her placed on a wanted list.
Rachel disliked trouble, so she usually chose the approach with the highest chance of success.
She crossed out "lure Esnie away" on her plan, paused, then wrote down another name: "Eiffel."
Clearly, she had switched her target to Miss Eiffel.
Meanwhile, inside the black sedan.
Miss Eiffel clutched the seat with both hands, looking rather at a loss.
Whether it was nerves or her first time experiencing this sensation, the dopamine flooding her brain briefly robbed her of the ability to think. Even her pupils involuntarily contracted, and despite her rapid breathing, she still felt a little short of oxygen.
Seemingly sensing something was off with her, Jonas became a little less aggressive instead.
A long while later, their lips parted.
A flush rose to Miss Eiffel's face, and her legs unconsciously began rubbing together.
As though realizing she had lost her composure, Eiffel tucked her hair behind her ear and spoke irritably, as if trying to hide something: