Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Inside the building, no one was aware of the impending danger.

On the third floor, somewhere in a room:

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A door burst open as a figure was thrown inside. Three men folded their arms and sneered at the figure they had pushed in.

"Why are you doing this to me?" the woman's voice asked in puzzlement. Her tone contained disbelief. "I have done nothing wrong."

"As a slave, you don't have the right to ask questions. If I want to hit you, I can."

"Yeah, here, fists speak for everything. If you're dissatisfied, fight us. Hahaha..."

The woman's face turned pale, and her lips trembled. She still bargained with words. "But I'm not. I have my role..."

"If the warlord asks you to serve him, what can you do?" One of the men laughed and pointed out the fact. "Will you resist? Come on, don't think that I don't know bitches like you want to climb higher."

"I've done so much for the organization; you can't just arbitrarily accuse me of something I haven't done. And what if I want to climb up? I need to survive as a weak woman."

"Keep quibbling. Do you think we don't know your identity?" The leader among the three finally mocked. He was the one who had thrown her in without the slightest pity.

"What are you talking about?" The woman, slumped on the floor, gasped and lowered her face. Her hair covered her expression.

"Don't bother to hide. Our vigilance has been raised so high to track spies like you since we caught two of them last time. Not sure if they were your accomplices."@@novelbin@@

The woman bit her lip and shook her head. "Don't accuse me wrongly. I'm not."

"Who knows? We'll find out soon enough." The leader shrugged. "Besides, do you think we did everything without any consideration? If not for some leads, how could we suspect you? Come in."

The woman's lips twitched. The syndicate was just as ruthless and arbitrary as he described, no doubt.

When she saw a familiar woman, her pupils constricted. She had a bad feeling. Sure enough, this woman hugged the leader and coquettishly complained.

She was stunned but not too shocked. She had witnessed many backstabbings because of jealousy and greed. This woman was her roommate.

She didn't think she had exposed her identity. There was only one plausible reason: someone was jealous and framed her. As a result, the blind cat caught the mouse, and she was unlucky.

Yes, she was also an undercover agent, searching for intel and relaying important messages. Her files were deleted and archived, which meant, except for the higher-ups, she was off the grid.

As a staunch policewoman who believed in justice, she was a warrior at heart. Her faith never wavered.

Now, it seemed like her fate was doomed. What should she do? Keep pretending to be innocent or resist? As for expecting her superiors to rescue her, her heart turned bitter.

Such was the destiny of spies.

Both women wore tight uniforms—a shirt and a skirt—that would surely ignite any man's desire. They were a little better off than the life of 'sex workers.'

"Besides, if we don't investigate, nothing happens. But when we look deeper into your files, haha... I don't think I need to say more." The man chuckled and wrapped his arm around the woman's waist, grinding her into him. "Your temper and figure can fool others, but not me..."

The woman, her head bowed, didn't speak except to shake her head. She was going to continue pretending. These men had no evidence. They were relying on intuition and the possibility of torture to crack her.

As long as she passed this hurdle, she should survive easily. But could her conscience bear such a future?

A talented agent was forced into a corner. She was unwilling. So much time and so many dreams, unrequited.

Resist. If only two men behind the leader were guarding her, she could. She could exploit her feminine wiles to let her opponent underestimate her and strike swiftly at her enemies.

Knowledge gaps are deadly in any fight—from small to tactical to strategic perspectives. The basics never change.

However, the leader was what she feared. She had collected rough information about the key personnel and organization.

This sturdy man, who hugged her roommate, wasn't simple. He was an experienced mercenary, the type of person wanted by many with tyrannical ambitions.

There were similar people recruited by warlords to train their troops. Compared to conventional military forces, they were nothing, but they sufficed more than gangs wielding firearms.

She couldn't be sure she could escape unscathed if a fight occurred. As for the other woman, who had pushed her into the ravine, it would be wrong to say she ignored her.

The woman was also a victim at first, but everyone knew she made a choice to survive. She might be innocent compared to the real evils, but the other victims were more innocent.

Besides, even if she successfully escaped the residence, could she walk away safely without harm?

Once discovered, her fate would be sealed. The saying, "The sky and the ground belong to the warlord," didn't come out of nowhere.

"Why are you not talking?"

"I've told you many times, you've got the wrong person."

"Hmph, we'll see for ourselves." The leader released the woman in his arms, stepped forward, and yanked the undercover's hair.

"Ah..." The undercover cried in pain as she struggled 'feebly.' The man was dragging her by her hair. If not to avoid exposure, she really wanted to curse.

Her scalp was almost numb. She couldn't dodge away from the pain to cooperate seamlessly. The man's profession made it even more difficult.

"Why don't you enjoy yourself while we interrogate her?" one man licked his lips and suggested.

"No need, I'll do it myself. I figure I'll enjoy her more alone." The leader smirked and exchanged knowing glances with his two lackeys, who laughed and cracked jokes.

"Make sure she spills all the beans from every hole. Don't forget us too." These words chilled the undercover's heart. Her body shivered unconsciously whenever she pictured herself in such a situation.

"I don't need your words. In the meantime, you can play with her roommate." The leader pointed at the woman who had sold out the prisoner in his hand.

"Sir... but you promised me..."

Pah!

"Did I allow you to speak? Know your place." The man huffed and focused on the prisoner. He hated traitors with wolfish ambitions.

Did she think she could manipulate him? In her dreams. This type of woman needed to know her place.

If not, teach her thoroughly until she learned her lesson. If it weren't for the information from her that aroused suspicion, he wouldn't bother with her.

Just a plaything. He would throw her away in disgust later. Taste the meal once, and be done... There were no shortages of beautiful women here.

The woman fell hard, covering her cheek with tears in her eyes. What was all that for? Instead of receiving protection, she was about to be tossed around.

The female undercover sighed and shook her head inwardly. Why bother?

The two men exchanged smiles and laughed evilly.

"Leave her to us. We'll entertain her properly."

Compared to the woman dragged away by the boss, this woman's attraction and temperament paled. She was still a stunning beauty with a wonderful figure. She should be very moist.

"No... don't..."

Pah. She received another slap and sniffled. She regretted deeply that she didn't read people clearly and had overestimated herself.

She didn't think her choice was wrong. Sooner or later, this would be her life if she didn't climb up. As for resisting, how could a weak woman who knew nothing about survival succeed?

At the same time, a small guilt engulfed a portion of her heart. From the men's discussions, 9 out of 10 times, this woman was an undercover agent. Perhaps she might have been her rescuer in the future. Was she wrong?