The Seventh Daughter of Jezebel

"Isn't that the one hosted by that woman?"

"Yes, boss," Gideon answered casually, ensuring that the excitement was well masked from his voice.

Richard's sharp gaze flickered to him, "Forget about it. I'm not cut out for such lousy events. Let's focus on the main mission."

Gideon breathed a sigh of relief. It was better to focus on important things even though he'd have loved to see the legendary seventh daughter of Jezebel one more time. 

She was too intriguing to forget. Perhaps, he was just not lucky, maybe another opportunity will present itself in the nearest future, he consoled himself. 

But who would have thought that the next minute, his boss would go back on his word.

"Book a private room for me at Three Star."

"Boss???"

"Is something wrong with your hearing?"

"I mean… the booking… what's the duration of your stay?" Gideon quickly changed his words. 

Wasn't he the one that just expressed his disgust about the event? His boss was becoming quite unpredictable these days. 

"The entire night," Richard ordered and leaned back against the leather seat, fingers tapping against the armrest. "I have a meeting with Mr Courtney."

"Mr Courttney…? when…did…?" Gideon spluttered before realizing it. 

How come as his personal assistant, who was in charge of arranging all his meetings, he had no idea that the venue of the meeting with Mr Courtney had been changed to Three Star Hotels? Wasn't the meeting initially scheduled to be held at Domango Enterprise later this evening?

"Stop acting like a confused housewife and make the arrangements," Richard rebuked coldly as if the problem was with Gideon.

"Right away, boss." Gideon wiped a non existent sweat from his forehead and bent down over his laptop. 

He couldn't help but bemoan his fate as he realized he was now in the same category as a housewife… a confused one at that. God save my soul.

Meanwhile in the backseat of her car, Shantel was busy admiring the beautiful scenery as she watched the city blur past her window.

It's been precisely a year since she set foot in this city. If not for the urgent task before her. She'd have preferred to never return to this city. 

But on the other hand, who would have expected that Richard Domango will turn out to be such a beautiful tease the moment she arrived? 

Working with him was going to be a good distraction from the fake life she'd created for herself whenever she was in this city… this one thing she was sure of.

However, her good mood was dampened by the thought of the event tonight. She couldn't dispel the anger that came up whenever she thought that she has to bear with one of her mother's endless parties. She regretted giving in to her sister's coaxing. 

She would have loved to just do her thing and leave as quietly as she had come… like she always did in the past. But with Richard's current behavior, collecting his one billion was not enough to satisfy her thirst for revenge. 

This time around, she would be painting the town red.. not as Elsa of course but as the world knows her, Shantel Hale … The Seventh Daughter of Jezebel.

Just then, her phone buzzed beside her.

She smirked before even checking the screen.

It was an unknown number that she didn't need to guess who the owner was. "You shouldn't tease the devil, whoever you are."

Her mood instantly shifted as she saw the message. Was he ready to play? Her amusement only deepened.

She typed out a reply.

"Oh? I thought I was the devil."

She set the phone down, with no further intention of replying if the other party sends any more messages. As she gazed out the window, she felt a delightful thrill course through her.

He was quite predictable in his arrogance and his need to be in control. Tsk! So much for the cold, emotionless and extremely busy CEO everyone said he was. 

Considering that he has always prided himself on how high up and unapproachable he was, she was surprised that he was already biting… way faster than she had imagined. 

She wanted to see how true and how long he would be able to stand by that claim. 

But it turned out he couldn't even hold on for long and had actually started chasing. 

And she said for one, loved nothing more than shaking the ground beneath men who thought they ruled the world.

She had let Richard see her today with her despicable identity on purpose. After all these months, she'd refused to appear in the same space as him. But as fate would have it, he chose to come looking for her, though unknowingly. 

And nothing was going to stop her from getting back her pound of flesh from him. It was just that she couldn't determine the amount of blood he was condemned to bleed out before she'll be satisfied 

Before she finally got to her destination, a message popped up in the private line he had used to contact Elsa.

"I'm sorry I missed your arrival at the airport."

Shantel's lip curled up in a mocking sneer. Quite subservient. Who would have believed that Richard Domango would be this courteous and humble? Will he sweat blood when he finds out that that woman was actually, Shantel Hale— the Seventh Daughter of Jezebel? 

She could bet her life on that possibility, seeing he only remembered to send Elsa a message after so long. That goes to tell how much her presence at the airport had affected him. 

He couldn't even think straight and only rembered to contact Elsa after so long.

After about a minute, she replied with a monosyllabic, "Oh."

She was sure Richard would be stewing in his rage with that non committal response and was slightly surprised when she got another message almost immediately.

"Are you well settled in? When can we meet?"

"Tomorrow. 9 PM. I'll send you the location tomorrow."

"I'll be waiting."

"Goodbye Mr Domango," she sneered. By the time he realized the price of her help, it would already be too late.

In his car, Richard smiled in satisfaction. It's good she didn't fix the appointment for tonight. That will give him ample time to find out what Shantel Hale is up to before meeting with Elsa tomorrow.