"Miss Catherine, um... What I mean is, Your Majesty... Please forgive me. Even if I'm a duke, I'm also an ordinary businessman. I really don't dare to participate in a fight between gangs." Duke William reminded Catherine of his identity. He hoped that it could make Catherine restrain herself.
Catherine narrowed her eyes dangerously. "Are you blaming me for not sending people to protect you?"
The Duke's face was covered in sweat.
"No, I didn't mean that..."
"You can't do your job, so I can't protect you anymore. This is disappointing. I'd really hoped that my partners would obey me." The car began to slow down and finally stopped in the middle of a bridge.
The female driver who had been quiet in front suddenly turned her head and raised her gun towards the backseat.
Just like that, Duke William was dead.
"What an admirable man. It's a pity that you weren't smart." Catherine stopped covering her eyes. She then found a business card in the pocket of the distinguished "Duke" that clearly said "FOSCET".
Looking at the name on the business card, she recalled the tough, old, heartless enemy she faced when she was in the Kate family.
Catherine's lips curled into a smile. Things were getting more and more interesting!
Then, she turned to the driver and said, "Clean up. Remember to use the 'cold treatment'."
"Yes, Godmother." The female driver took off her chauffeur's uniform and changed into black and white nun's robes.
After dealing with the Duke, Catherine carefully wiped off the bloodstains on her body.
"Keep a close eye on the situation at Corning Heights. That arms dealer definitely isn't operating alone."
"Yes, Godmother." The driver answered Catherine as she smoothly parked the car on the left side of the road. "Godmother, we've reached our destination."
"Got it. Drive this car to the mechanic. He knows how to deal with a dirty car like this." After giving the driver new instructions, Catherine got out of the car and walked straight to a building.
Catherine had just entered the building when she began to conduct an in-depth analysis.
On the first floor of the building near the door stood two security guards. Two competent-looking salesmen at the front desk were dealing with the customers. There were a few people sitting on the bench in the hall, and the elevator behind the front desk seemed to require a key card.
"Hello, can I help you, miss...?"
"Oh, just call me Catherine. Catherine Crawford."
"What's the purpose of your visit?"
"I'm here for an interview. I booked this interview three days ago. The appointment is at 4 o'clock this afternoon."
After flipping through her notebook, the security guard soon found the relevant employment records.
"Okay, Miss Crawford, I've found your details. Please wait in the hall for a moment, the salesperson will call your name."
"Okay, thank you." Catherine politely expressed her gratitude to the two security guards. Then, she turned around and walked to a janitor who was sitting on a bench and looking at a TV. She sat opposite her very naturally.
"Wow, Look Who's here, Catherine. No longer the heiress of the Kate Family?"
"Hi, Beth, long time no see. I hope you have some good news for me." Catherine smiled warmly back. "Let's cut to the chase. I don't think you've been hired to watch TV here, right?"
The middle-aged woman casually retrieved a bag from under her seat and handed it over to Catherine. "Everything you want is here. The information inside will last you for a while. A gentle reminder, though. No matter how you like to handle your own affairs behind the scenes, you need to stick to the rules. Don't make a joke out of it."
Catherine took the bag and said sincerely, "I'm afraid I need to ask you for another favor."
"I want to keep this job so I can't bring you in with my access card. You have to figure it out yourself. Apparently, the cleaners here can take paid leave! Can you believe it?"
"Well... Forget it then," Catherine said with some embarrassment, "Next time the company gives you a bonus, remember to treat me to a drink." She slowly stood up and was ready to walk to the front desk.
"Of course." Beth didn't say anything more. She waved goodbye in Catherine's direction, her eyes still focused on the intense football match on the TV.
Catherine slowly opened the bag. Inside was a fake cover letter and resume, a fake identity card, and... A pair of black-framed glasses with gold rims.
"What is wrong with her style...?" Catherine said to herself.