Ivy Lau shrugged. "Whatever."
The knowledge that her actions led to a person's death didn't bother her at all. In fact, she even looked impatient and annoyed that something so unimportant would be reported to her.
The man sitting in the front passenger seat gave her another look. "The boss is not pleased with your actions."
She pursed her lips, feeling irritated, but still made a sound in her throat. It was up to the a**hole how he interpreted it. Her lover would punish her either way anyway.
The truth was that she didn't understand why what she did in Paris was such a big deal. But according to her lover, she had left a big mess that he needed his people to clean up.
In her opinion, her lover just wanted a reason to murder people for his own enjoyment. She already knew him long enough to understand his twisted personality.
He was the devil himself.
