Love Worth Fighting For

286 Rejected

As long as Zwetta shows off his work, Christian and Ronin don’t open their mouths at all. The focus of the two men was only on the screen which was showing all of Zwetta’s neat work. Starting from the recording of the conversation of Osbert and his men, to the photos of Osbert that Zwetta took secretly, they were displayed in front of them at this time.

After only hearing his name, Christian finally gets to see the face of a man named Osbert who has made such a big mess in his family.

“So you killed that guy named Osbert?” asked Ronin, stuttering.

Zwetta shook her head. “No, I didn’t kill him. He chose to take his own life.”

“But you were the one who injected him with the deadly virus!”

“Indeed, but it’s still not commensurate with the crimes he committed all those years ago. After all, the virus won’t kill him right away. The choice of survival is also in his hands, so I can’t be called a murderer,” said Zwetta casually without any guilt.

“Still you...”

Ronin’s words are cut off by Christian touching his arm.

“There have been hundreds of mothers who wept bitterly seeing their daughters turned into prostitutes and to be honest what I did to him at that time was very light, the punishment I gave him was not worth all the crimes he had committed. If you have ever been in the choice of life and die because of the madness of that ugly bald man, then I will accept the title as a murderer by you,” Zwetta added again.

.....

“Ronin didn’t mean it like that, Zee. Please don’t take it to heart,” Christian said quietly trying to calm Zwetta who was a little provoked by Ronin’s words.

Zwetta pursed her lips. “Women are weak creatures, but don’t look down on us. Because believe me, a woman can do crazier than what you guys imagine.”
Christian almost choked on his own saliva when he heard Zwetta’s words, even though he knew that the words Zwetta had just said were not directed at him but Christian was shocked. Christian feels that Zwetta is making fun of himself for what he did to Elena a year ago.

Realizing that the girl in front of him was not just a random girl, Ronin decided not to talk anymore.

“And there’s actually one thing I’m really curious about right now,” Zwetta said quietly.



“Curious?”

“Yes, I’m very curious. Why are you so eager to say that I am Elena Wilson? Why are you claiming that the person who has left the hotel is Elena Wilson just by using this very unclear photo, what exactly do you want to do? Don’t tell me that after you accused the person who came out of the hotel was Elena Wilson, you punished her. Were you the masterminds behind the chaos in the family?”

Christian’s chest was like being hit by an invisible hammer, Zwetta’s series of questions made his chest feel so tight. His heart ached so badly, it felt as if there were hundreds of needles stabbing him in there.

“Don’t talk recklessly!” Ronin immediately responded to Zwetta’s words. “The Clarke family are well-known people, how could they do all that madness.”

“That’s good then, because if they were really involved in the terrible fire that destroyed the modest family home I really can’t imagine what kind of hatred Elena Wilson and her parents gave you,” Zwetta said quietly without noticing the change in Christian’s face that had already changed. as pale as paper.

Ronin who could no longer keep up with Zwetta chose to remain silent, he was afraid to say the wrong thing after realizing that his master had locked his lips tightly.

Feeling that there was nothing more to explain, Zwetta then tidied up her laptop again. Without Zwetta knowing, several hours after she was not tracked by Andres who was ordered by Robin to watch her from a distance while on a mission in Zurich four years ago, all of her belongings left at the hotel were taken care of by Andres. Zwetta, who was accidentally hit by a car driven by Jody Wilson who was in shock because he had just lost his only daughter, could not be found by Andres. The reason, at that time Jody and Camila Wilson immediately took Zwetta who was unconscious to the clinic using their car. And the incident was not recorded by any CCTV cameras because the place where Zwetta was hit was on a road lined with lush trees. That’s why at this time Zwetta still had her personal belongings, Robin who realized that Zwetta was a person who was so careful about her personal belongings ordered Beatrice to keep all of Zwetta’s belongings properly. Until now Zwetta can finally have her things back.

“W..where are you going?” Christian stammers, seeing Zwetta tuck her laptop back into her backpack bringing Christian back to his senses.

Zwetta gives Christian a sharp look. “Back to the hotel to check out.”

“Check out? You want to leave this town?”

“This country to be precise.”

“Why? You didn’t get a new assignment from your boss, did you?” Christian’s voice goes up two octaves as he speaks, he looks so objected to Zwetta leaving.

Zwetta shook her head. “No, Robin didn’t even know I was in Luxembourg.”

“You ran away?” Ronin, who had been silent for a long time, joined in the conversation.

Zwetta chuckled. “How could I run away, I was just on vacation. Enjoying solitude like this without having to work.”

“Do not go!”

Zwetta’s head turned to Christian quickly. “Hah?”

“Do not go.” Christian repeats his sincere words again.

“Why?”

“Because I want to get to know you more, Zee.”

“No thanks.” Zwetta rejects Christian’s words firmly. “Actually what I have done is a big offense, Robin forbids us all to reveal our identities to others.”

“I just want to be friends with you, Zee.”

Zwetta raised one eyebrow. “Friends with me? Really? I’m not the kind of person to be friends with, Christ. Apart from Robin and my friends, I’ve never saved anyone’s number on my cell phone. So it’s hard for me to be friends with you. Our worlds are different, Christ.”

Silence stretched inside the VIP room of the Italian restaurant, the blatant rejection Zwetta made to Christian made Ronin not even dare to make a sound. He was so surprised to see there was a girl who refused an invitation to be friends from Christian Clarke. Zwetta didn’t know if there were hundreds or even thousands of women who were willing to queue to just be able to say hello to a Christian Clarke. Then how could she reject Christian Clake outright like that.

“Then try to be friends with me, Zee,” Christian insists back. “I really just want to be friends with you.”

Zwetta, who was already carrying her backpack then folded her arms across her chest. “What’s your goal in wanting to be friends with me? Is it because my face that looks so much like Elena Wilson is the main reason you want to be friends with me?”