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Listening to Dixie's mom trying her best to convince her of the absolute genius of her plan, Emilia could already feel a headache forming.
Thankfully, she had a very cute little angel in her arms, and resting her chin on the girl's golden blonde hair and breathing in her faint strawberry scent greatly helped soothe Emilia's nerves.
Looking at the docile little heroine snuggling against her chest, Emilia smiled. "Auntie, you do realize how difficult it would be to sneak in a bunch of gigolos in a hotel owned by the Black Tiger, when he would already be monitoring the room the meeting is arranged in? Not to mention, they would also have their own guards."
Emilia may look down on the hero to an extent, but she would never be stupid enough to just assume everything he did would be sloppy. Wasn't the fact that Mr. Black insisted that the meeting be in his own hotel already a big red sign?
