Chapter 4 ：The Devil in Her Office

A rare flush crept across Elizabeth's frozen, beautiful face.

That bastard—he'd actually used her cup! That was practically the same as...

Caesar gently placed the cup back on the coffee table. The crisp clink interrupted her thoughts.

He leaned back into the sofa, savoring the coffee's lingering taste with his tongue, then spoke in a flat tone:

"By the way, I tested it for you. Flavor's pure. Looks like whoever's trying to get to you has some patience—didn't use any cheap, fast-acting poison."

Elizabeth froze. Then that flush instantly drained away, replaced by cold fury.

"Testing for poison?" She laughed bitterly, her gaze full of contempt and disgust. "You think making up such a ridiculous excuse can cover up your disgusting, perverted nature?"

As far as she was concerned, this was just another clumsy lie from a man who'd already taken advantage of her.

"Shameless. Pervert." She ground the words out between clenched teeth.

Caesar didn't even raise an eyebrow at the insult, as if he'd merely heard an irrelevant gust of wind.

"Think whatever you want," he said, cutting straight to the point. "Enough talk. Hand over the enhanced serum formula, and I'll disappear from your sight immediately."

The old man had sent him to protect Elizabeth, and the core of it all was this serum.

Once he had the formula, Elizabeth's danger would naturally be eliminated, and his mission would be complete.

Kill two birds with one stone. He really was a genius.

"Enhanced serum?" Elizabeth's eyes sharpened like blades at the words. "So you're after it too."

Caesar's eyes narrowed. "'Too'? Sounds like a lot of people have already come looking for you. Who?"

"None of your business." Elizabeth's coldness returned. "I'll explain things to my father myself. Now you can leave. I don't want to say it a third time."

She pressed the intercom on her desk, her voice devoid of warmth. "Lisa, show our guest out."

The door opened. Lisa entered with a professional smile. "Sir, this way please."

Caesar remained seated on the sofa, completely motionless. He didn't even look at Elizabeth. Instead, he locked his gaze on Lisa, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"You've been undercover long enough, spy."

The moment those words left his mouth, the air seemed to solidify.

Lisa's smile froze for an instant before she recovered her composure. "Sir, I don't understand what you're talking about."

Elizabeth exploded with rage. This was her most trusted secretary—she'd been with her for eight full years!

"Caesar! Show some respect! Or I'll call security right now!"

Caesar let out a derisive laugh.

With a flick of his wrist, a fifty-cent coin shot from between his fingers!

The coin didn't fly toward Lisa—it grazed past her hairline and embedded itself precisely into a switch on the wall behind her.

The office lighting mode instantly changed. A spotlight hit Lisa's face from the side, exposing the carefully concealed details of her makeup.

Under the shifting light and shadow, her capable face seemed to undergo a subtle distortion. Behind her previously gentle eyes lurked a cold, serpentine malice.

Elizabeth stared at the secretary who was both familiar and suddenly strange, her face turning deathly pale. "Lisa, you..."

Seeing her cover completely blown, Lisa dropped all pretense.

She slowly straightened, and her entire aura underwent a seismic shift. The previous obedience vanished, replaced by a seductive yet dangerous charm.

"Sir, how did you see through me?" Her voice turned syrupy sweet, but her eyes looked at him like he was already dead.

Caesar lazily leaned back into the sofa and sniffed the air. "Your perfume's expensive, but it can't cover the stench of blood that won't wash off. Oh, and—" He paused, his tone contemptuous. "—there's also that... mixed scent from constantly moving between different men. Miss, not staying clean can make you sick."

Lisa's face darkened completely, killing intent radiating from her. "Heaven had a path, but you refused to walk it. Hell had no door, yet you barged right in. Remember—the one who kills you is called 'Viper'!"

Before her words even finished, her form shot forward like a ghost. A gleaming dagger had appeared in her hand, aimed straight for Caesar's heart!

Her speed was extreme—to ordinary eyes, she was nothing but an afterimage!

Yet in Caesar's eyes, she moved like a snail.

He didn't even shift his feet. He simply tilted his body slightly, and the blade's edge swept dangerously past the hem of his shirt.

"What?!" Viper's pupils contracted violently, her face a mask of disbelief.

Missing with one strike, she immediately twisted at the waist and spun, slashing the dagger horizontally toward Caesar's throat!

BANG!

A dull, heavy impact.

Caesar didn't even glance at her. His right arm whipped out like an iron rod, striking second but arriving first, slamming heavily into Viper's chest.

Viper felt as if her ribs had been hit by a battering ram. Blood erupted from her mouth as her body flew backward like a kite with a severed string, crashing hard into the floor-to-ceiling window before tumbling to the ground.

"Cough... cough cough..." She clutched her caved-in chest, coughing violently. Every cough brought up flecks of blood foam.

She struggled to raise her head. Caesar still stood in the exact same spot, as if he'd never moved at all.

A terror of imminent death gripped her heart like a vise.

Caesar looked down at her from his superior position, sneering. "This is your ability? Pathetically weak."

"Who... who are you?" Viper forced the words out through the searing pain, her voice hoarse.

Caesar tilted his head, as if seriously considering the question. "Go to hell and ask Satan. He'll tell you."

"You—!" The words made Viper's face flush red with rage. Another mouthful of blood surged up her throat.

Caesar slowly crouched down and asked her a completely unrelated question in an extremely gentle tone:

"Have you ever been bungee jumping?"

Viper froze. "What?"

The next second, Caesar grabbed her by the hair and hoisted her entire body up. Amid Elizabeth's terrified scream, he dragged Viper across the room and strode toward the cracked floor-to-ceiling window.

CRASH—BOOM!

With an ear-splitting sound of shattering glass, Caesar hurled Viper single-handedly out the window—from the fifty-eighth floor.

Wind howled into the room, sending documents flying everywhere.

Caesar stood at the shattered opening, looked down, and showed a trace of "regret" on his face.

"Oops. Forgot to tie the rope. What a shame."

His tone was light as a breeze, as if he'd merely tossed out a piece of trash.

Elizabeth stood frozen in place, her entire body rigid, her blood seemingly turned to ice. She stared at the gaping hole, stared at the man who killed without blinking, her mind completely blank.

This has to be a dream... This is definitely a dream!

Caesar turned around, his face wearing a kind smile, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth.

In that moment, Elizabeth's entire worldview shattered.

This wasn't some shameless rogue.

This was a demon who'd crawled straight out of hell—a killing machine without a shred of mercy!

"Call the police... I have to call the police..." Her lips trembled as she instinctively reached for her phone, only to come up empty.

"Looking for this?"

She whipped around in terror to find Caesar sitting in her executive chair, casually playing with her phone.

Watching the once-imperious ice queen now scared out of her wits, Caesar laughed inwardly.

His playful mood ignited. He cleared his throat and deliberately lowered his voice, creating an ominous atmosphere:

"Ahem. Since you've already seen my true face... I can't let you live. After all, only the dead can keep secrets forever."

Elizabeth's face instantly lost all color.

Seeing the timing was perfect, Caesar shifted gears. "Of course, if you don't want to die, I do have a second option."

He tossed Elizabeth's phone onto the desk. Another fifty-cent coin appeared between his fingertips, flipping continuously.

"Hand over the enhanced serum formula. As long as I get what I came for, I guarantee I won't touch a hair on your head."

The instinct for survival and the duty to protect waged a violent war inside Elizabeth's heart.

In the end, the latter crushed her fear.

Without hesitation, she mustered every ounce of strength. Her voice trembled with terror, but her words were resolute: "In your dreams! That's my teacher's life's work—my life's pursuit! I'd rather die than give it to you, you... you psychopath, pervert, murderer!"

The psychological pressure must have been overwhelming. She'd completely lost her previous composure, hurling every insult she could think of.

Caesar watched her barely hanging on, the curve of his lips growing colder.

"Is that so?"

He slowly stood and began closing in on her, step by step.

"Then don't blame me for what happens next."