I Just Needed Someone to Hate - Episode 7.4

“Although the order is a bit strange,” Vivianne added. Edmund knew the truth and acted before her fiancé was beaten to the floor with a cane. Maybe it’s because he’s a smart agent.

“Are you saying you acknowledge Ludwig Lex’s connection to the underworld?”

“Think what you want. I have nothing more to say.”

“I thought I had built enough trust with you while spending time with you, Lady.”

“You did.”

“And you said it was okay because it was me.”

Vivianne nodded, still looking away from him.

If this were simply a matter of guilt as it appeared, she might have leaked that information to him. He had generously valued her life, so she shouldn’t undervalue the amount, right?

But at some point, it became an emotional issue. If she gave him everything she knew, she would surely be abandoned. Also, she wouldn’t be able to avoid Don Becallone’s disposal with him.

When she gained Don Becallone’s trust and obtained crucial information to bring him down, she had to trade the clause of taking that agent to the Prime Minister directly. This moment was the only way to make this a short farewell.

It was a path where others wouldn’t get hurt further.

“So, you’re saying you don’t need my help anymore, and you’re ending things with me like this?”

“Yes. You know exactly what’s going on.”

Vivianne secretly hid her desire for him. She was already skilled at conducting such pathetic conversations with elegance and grace. Practicality was a rare trait in survival, but it might get her the man she wanted.

“The Criminal Intelligence Bureau will send someone to interrogate you, Lady.”

“Well, seeing as they sent a handsome man like you, I guess the Prime Minister wanted a peaceful approach.”

“I heard your family is in debt.”

Vivianne almost lost her composure at those words. The corners of her lips twisted slightly.

“Why? Are you going to empty the Criminal Intelligence Bureau’s coffers to pay it off, Agent?”

It was okay if the whole world looked at her with pity. But if even this man became like them.

“Everyone who’s rich has debts, Edmund. It’s only a problem if you’re going bankrupt. Who told you that?”

“Miss Cynthia said so over the phone.”

“So, you’ve memorized her name now. How nice.”

“Is it true?”

“I never said that myself, so it must be a guess from her head.”

‘A correct guess, though.’

Vivianne had a composed face, unlike her miserable inner thoughts. If Edmund hadn’t thoroughly investigated Vivianne’s family situation in advance, he might have been fooled.

“So, the reason you said it was okay because it was me was because of guilt for using me?”

Only then did Vivianne look at Edmund.

It was strange that he didn’t look like an agent who had failed his mission. To see his face asking if allowing her to be with him was just because of cheap pity, it seemed that she wasn’t the only one caught up in emotions. Ironically, seeing him swallowing his suppressed anger made him look even sexier to Vivianne than usual.

When he asked her why she hadn’t spent all the money he had given for her life, she had said something similar back to him. Was he asking that just because of guilt? Was he saying that out of mere pity, not because he was worried about her?

It was as if a pair of aristocrats hated receiving pity instead of affection like an allergy, and Vivianne found it strange that he was just an agent.

“Then what did you want?”

Even as she thought that, Vivianne wore a beautiful smile and spat out cruel words.

“Tell the Prime Minister I said thank you for sending a handsome agent. I was going to use whoever reached out, but thanks to you, it was enjoyable.”

There was no need to have an unkind farewell.

But she didn’t want him to pity her and try to save her clumsily, leaving even a little room. Those weren’t stories she had brought out for that reason.

Vivianne recalled the conversation they had on the night they first met.

“If that bastard who’s your fiancé’s boss comes looking for you, what will you do then?”

“That’s not something the Count needs to worry about, and it never will be.”

Her thoughts were the same then and now. She had a plan and was confident that she could carry it out successfully. Vivianne continued.

“This is my last wish, so you don’t need to see me off. I’ll get home on my own. After all, I’ve packed all my belongings in this bag.”

Edmund didn’t stop Vivianne as she walked away. Paradoxically, Vivianne passed his test by becoming a bad person to him.

It was a shame for the agent who was acting as himself, but for Edmund, Vivianne’s attitude was rather welcome.

Even when stimulated with lacking affection, she didn’t waver, and even when shaken with the guilt of a debt of gratitude, she didn’t try to say more than he knew about his organization or her fiancé.

If he hadn’t pitied her retreating figure, if he hadn’t thought about her nonchalant words today for a long time, would something has changed?

He felt pathetic for counting that there was one more reason to keep her alive, but at the same time, he felt ambivalent emotions arising from the betrayal of trust with the fake agent.

Many people died under the guise of investigation, and Ludwig Lex was a brat who had public authority on his back.

He thought that her disposal would be easy as planned without intervening himself. He thought he could remain a perfect observer. It was a foolish guess.

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