His Devious Rule

Before Senon or Paxton could breathe in relief for removing the diplomat out of the banquet, they heard a rude loud voice from Anya's side.

"How dare you hold my hand?" It was the same manager who had scolded Anya for going to the guests' restroom. She shrugged Anya's hand and gritted her teeth at the audacity of the waitress.

Anya had instinctively held the manager's hand when the manager flung her hand at her face for causing a ruckus in the banquet. She held herself back and lowered her head, understanding what the manager feared. Their event management company would get bad reviews due to her.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to cause trouble." Anya meekly responded. However, she was also prepared to react if the manager tried to hit her.

Anya's apology didn't work. The manager was incensed. She roughly grabbed Anya's arm and continued to reprimand her, "Do you have any idea how much the suit costs? Who is going to reimburse that?" She harshly flung Anya away.

Anya could feel the diplomat was watching her. So she had to act as a weakling. She stumbled away as if very weak to withstand the push or face the authority of the manager.

The manager continued to growl at Anya, "You aren't going to get a dime. Get lost." She reduced Anya to a pitiful state to avoid the diplomat's attention on Anya.

Then the manager suddenly plastered a smile on her face when she faced the diplomat.

Anya almost cringed at the reaction of the manager. That wasn't the professional way to deal with the situation. She had seen a lot of people kissing the asses to climb in position and status. Well, she silently stood with her head lowered while paying attention to the two.

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"Please forgive our inefficient staff who caused trouble, Mr. Peterson." The manager apologized to the diplomat and flashed a disgusting look at Anya, to show her authority.

Then she suggestively offered to help him in a coy tone, "Mr. Peterson, I'm willing to be at your service and provide cent present satisfaction."

Senon and Paxton were waiting for Anya to get the diplomat away. Rushing them or overreacting could backfire. Thus the three were holding their breath, waiting for the diplomat's response.

The diplomat started comparing the two women in front of him. Anya indeed had the lean curves of many girls' dreams but the manager had the body of many men's dreams.

He ogled the manager's bosoms that were tightly fitted in the white shirt. The waitress didn't have even half of hers. Thus he chose the manager over the waitress who had a hideous hairstyle and nerd glasses. "It's alright. I understand." The diplomat ignored Anya.

"Mr. Peterson, this way," The manager pointed towards the male restroom despite knowing the diplomat will have to visit his suite to change his suit.

As she guessed, the diplomat indirectly invited the manager to his suite, "The wine stain won't wash off. I will have to change the suit."

Anya watched the lusty one leave with the greedy one. She had two choices. One, pretend to be apologetic and follow them. Then put on a drama and keep the man and the manager inside the suite until Paxton completes his actions.

Two, just watch over the suite from outside. If they step outside earlier than required, she could throw him back inside forcefully.

"Senon, could you disconnect the diplomat's mobile network?" In case the minister or the criminal manages to escape, they would alert the diplomat who could ask for top-notch security and escape the country. The secret service officer's task was to reduce the commotion to nil.

Before she could hear the response, a man in a black suit halted in front of her with a darkened face. "Who are you talking to?"

Anya heard Senon laughing evilly looking at Martin Cox voluntarily going to the predator. "Skye, have fun." Senon disconnected the mobile network of the diplomat and guessed the manager and diplomat would be busy in the bedroom without worrying about anything.

Martin Cox demanded a response shifting his annoyance on Anya, "Didn't I tell you to serve Mr. Peterson?"

Anya looked at Martin who had come out, looking for Krystle and Linus. He couldn't understand why Krystle lied as the minister called for him.

Anya tried to roll her tears out of her eyes but it was impossible when looking at the man. Thus she used the same trick she gave to Krystle.

She uneasily voiced, "I-I was talking to m-myself, Sir." Then she looked like a meek cat, "The gentleman is irked. He asked me to bring VP Cox but I don't know who he is. I don't know who I should ask."

Anya tried to look like she was about to cry but her real emotions were right under her skin. She was itching to choke Martin Cox to know his scheme against Linus or Alvin.

'Irked?' It was enough to make Martin Cox get overwhelmed. He lifted his hand again but he shrugged and growled at her, "Where is he? Take me there." He unawarely made things easier for Anya.

Anya faked a flinch at the raise of his hands. She took him downstairs when he kept asking where she was taking him.

Martin Cox became a bit suspicious walking into the lobby of common hotel rooms. Diplomat, Mr. Peterson was a wealthy man and why would he humble himself to stay in a simple room instead of a suite?

Anya faked knocks on the door and opened the door of the room where she had disguised herself as a maid.

Martin boldly entered the room to take a look as he called out in a low respectful voice, "Mr. Peterson…"

Anya entered inside and shut the door after him. She removed her hair bangs and untied her hair extension. Tousling her shoulder-length hair, Anya stood unperturbed.

Martin Cox called out and looked around for the diplomat in the room. He became furious when he didn't find anyone. He turned to Anya to scold her but gasped aloud.

Without gray eyes, he identified Anya easily and stumbled behind. 'Thump,' He tripped on the floor mat and fell on the floor in fear.

Instead of thinking she was on a mission, he swallowed hard wondering if she got to know about the plan against Alvin

He stuttered when he opened his lips, "W-why did you bring m-me here?" Beads of cold sweat started to appear on his forehead.

Anya was now sure Martin was planning something against Alvin or Linus. She didn't bother to remove the lenses as she might have to go upstairs again. She pressed her thigh over the pencil skirt and the handgun slipped into her hand.

Martin's eyes went wide in shock. He hadn't done anything yet, will Anya kill him?

The question freaked him out looking at the handgun. "You can't kill me…" He screamed hysterically at her.

Then started shouting as he looked around, "Help… Help… Hel…" The rest of the words froze in his throat when Anya shoved the handgun nozzle into his mouth with a cold smile on her face.

Her menacing voice pierced the coldness in the air. "Martin Cox, why aren't you screaming anymore?" It is easy to control a person who is frightened. Martin Cox was shaking as soon as he identified her, so her job became effortless.

Martin stared into her eyes without daring to move an inch. He would be a fool to cause a ruckus with a gun in his mouth.

Once Martin controlled his nerves, Anya sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the handgun away. She asked directly without beating around the bush, "Why did you invite Linus Collins to the party?"