For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.
A biting chill emanated from her.
Wei Yan's face was cold, her voice icy. "Do you have any idea what you're saying?"
She was clearly furious.
She felt she was being toyed with.
Lucas chuckled. "Haha, don't misunderstand. That's not what I meant."
"I'm asking if you'd be willing to work for me."
What he valued wasn't Wei Yan's body, but her abilities.
Unlike Ye Fan, Lucas didn't consider himself some kind of stallion who lost his senses at the sight of a woman.
Lucas continued with a smile. "With your skills, isn't it a waste to spend your days waiting here?"
"Come work for me. I can offer you much better conditions."
In the original story, Wei Yan's identity was far from just being a pretty widow with a child.
She was a top-tier assassin!
She had been entrusted by someone to lie low in the Dragon Kingdom, awaiting further instructions while raising that person's daughter.
Years had passed with no word, yet she stubbornly held onto the hope that the day would come.
To maintain her low profile, she had come to this place.
With no money to live on and unable to reveal her true capabilities, she initially survived by borrowing.
As debts to loan sharks piled up, she gradually lowered her pride and took on odd jobs.
This was exactly the kind of female assassin Lucas needed.
Moreover, Wei Yan was part of Ye Fan's harem!
If she were truly recruited by Ye Fan, Lucas would have a serious problem on his hands. No one wanted a skilled assassin constantly watching them.
Hearing Lucas's explanation, the cold expression on Wei Yan's face softened slightly.
"Sorry. I don't work for anyone."
She had her own principles and convictions.
A noble way to put it was 'principles'; a more realistic take was that she was stubborn to a fault.
"And washing dishes and handing out flyers for others? Is that working for someone?" Lucas retorted.
Wei Yan was caught off guard, momentarily speechless.
"I'm doing that to survive!"
Lucas looked at her, a knowing smile on his lips. "Alright, I know you're waiting for news from her."
"But I can tell you quite clearly."
"She won't be sending you any news."
Hearing this, Wei Yan frowned deeply, her voice low. "What are you implying?"
She didn't understand.
Of course, Lucas didn't need her to.
The person Wei Yan was waiting for was her sister, also a top assassin.
Her sister was the true widow. Her husband had been framed and killed, and she had gone off alone for revenge.
The revenge failed, and she ended up trapped instead.
Now, she was stuck in Europe, unable to return.
Later in the story, it was 'Flat-top Brother' Ye Fan who used his overseas connections to retrieve her.
Lucas sighed leisurely. "It means exactly what it sounds like."
"Your sister can't come back."
"She wanted revenge but got trapped in Europe. All her entry and exit routes are blocked. Right now, she's hiding out, living in sewers."
He said this casually.
But Wei Yan's reaction was starkly different. A cold light flashed in her eyes. "You're lying to me!"
She refused to believe it. She knew her sister's capabilities better than anyone.
Who could possibly trap her in one place?
No one!
Facing her sharp, murderous intent, Lucas showed no panic. Instead, he seemed perfectly at ease.
"Ah, these days, no one believes the truth."
"Can't you use your head for a second? If your sister could really return, wouldn't she have sent someone to find you by now?"
"How many years have you been here?"
"Three years!"
"Her daughter is almost ready for elementary school, and she still hasn't contacted you."
"Can't you see through something so simple?"
His words were harsh, essentially calling her a fool to her face.
But of course,
it was the truth.
Hearing this, Wei Yan fell silent. She didn't speak.
In her heart, she already knew the answer. She just hadn't dared to face it.
Lucas pressed on. "Working for me can get you out of this dead-end situation."
"At the same time, I can also help bring her back."
Whether he would actually need to was another matter, but he certainly couldn't let Ye Fan snatch her away first.
A female Top tier assassin was a terrifying asset.
Wei Yan's expression was conflicted. She was tempted.
But... if she agreed just like that, what was the point of all her years of stubborn waiting?
Seeing her remain silent, Lucas didn't push further.
He placed a bank card, a business card, and a set of keys on the table, then stood up. "There's 500,000 in there. After you've cleared your debts, you can move into Royal View Gardens. I live there."
"You can give me your answer anytime."
With that, he left.
As the door clicked shut, a bedroom door quietly opened.
A little girl with a round, adorable face walked out.
She was dressed simply but neatly.
The little girl with a ponytail walked up to Wei Yan and asked in a soft, milky voice, "Auntie, who was that uncle?"
Seeing the child, a look of deep affection flashed in Wei Yan's eyes.
"Sweetie, he's... let's just say he's an uncle with questionable intentions."
Her gaze then drifted to the bank card Lucas had left on the table, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.
...
Exiting the residential building,
Lucas returned to his Porsche Cayenne. As soon as he settled into the driver's seat, he took out his phone and dialed a number.
The call connected quickly.
"Hello, Mr. Lucas. What are your instructions?" Liu Tianxiang's voice came through, carrying a note of respect.
Lucas didn't waste words. "Nothing major. I just need a favor."
"There's a woman named Zhang Fanghua on your debt collection list. Arrange for some guys to 'aggressively collect' at her place tomorrow. No actual violence, just pressure her to repay, threaten her a bit."
Zhang Fanghua was Wei Yan's legal identity in the Dragon Kingdom.
Though puzzled, Liu Tianxiang agreed. "Understood, Mr. Lucas."
Hanging up, a faint smile touched Lucas's lips as he muttered to himself, "My favors aren't given out for free."
He felt no guilt. That was a luxury for saints.
For him, any method that achieved his goal...
was a good method.
Putting the thought aside, Lucas started the car and drove away.
Leaving the old quarter, he had just merged onto the city expressway when two supercars suddenly squeezed into the lanes on either side of him.
Lucas glanced over.
In the passenger seat of the fiery red Ferrari on his left, a spiky-haired man wearing sunglasses in the dead of night flashed him the middle finger.
Vroom!
Having delivered the insult, the Ferrari accelerated, cutting ahead of him.
Watching this, a strange expression settled on Lucas's face.
"Idiots. Looking to die, are you?"