Cold Man And Miss Stone
49. Caring for Satan

Nine propped up her chin while smiling lightly at Rashi's words.

They both knew Emilia understood him. But the little girl tried not to show, trying to do something just to get Mahesa to notice her.

Not about love, but about your own desires.

"He still has a heart." Nine dropped her neck on the back of the chair. "His guilt is visible, then he will look useless to Mahesa. My poor emilia."

On that screen, Rashi was still talking to Emilia.

"I know Ahkam has done you wrong. I also understand that they will be eliminated later. But, Emilia, don't do something you don't want, just for your senior. Do it for your own reasons."

So therefore Rashi made a request for him to handle the case. It seemed like he wanted to free Emilia from the shackles of his overconfidence in Mahesa.

Not because it is not, but because it is useless.

Mahesa had already decided who Emilia was from the very beginning.

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"Sam." Nina pulled Samuel's hand to look at him. "Aren't you the slightest bit suspicious of the girl's killer?"

Samuel's mind was more focused on Ema in the room, being interrogated by investigators.

Although Samuel knows that Rashi Anuja is a good woman whose love for him is harmless, but Samuel knows Rashi is a sharp woman.

He was educated by Mahesa from the age of eleven or twelve. His eyes are trained to see emotions in the muscles of the human face.

Even Samuel had a hard time dealing with him.

"Brah!"

"I don't know." Samuel had to look at Nina. "I don't know, Nina. How would I know? And stop caring who's dead. I'm not hurt and that's enough."

"But how about—"

"I'm not hurt." Samuel pressed his words. "I, no, hurt. So whoever dies, cares about the devil."

Samuel rising. Waiting before the door of the interrogation room before sighing in relief when Ema finally appeared.

"Are you okay?" Samuel needs to make sure. "Ema, is there something Rashi asked?"

The girl just passed by, leaving Samuel behind.

There's obviously something. But before Samuel went after him, he decided to go in.

"What's going on?"

Rashi smiled slightly. "No problem. He was just feeling depressed because of the situation. Let him just a minute."

Although it didn't feel like that, Samuel decided to accept it. Pulling a seat in front of Rashi as the next person to be questioned.

"That's your question?"

Rashi shrugged his shoulders. "Do you think I came because I suspected you?"

Obviously not.

Samuel sighed before removing the entire charade on his face. He was dealing with a woman who made a Mahesa Mahardika marry him even though he was useless.

"I feel that Mahesa is underestimating me." That was provocation.

But Rashi didn't eat the provocation. "You know it's not about underestimating or not."

"The one who became your husband is a bastard, Beautiful. He's happy to think that he's in control of everything."

Rashi laughed a little. "You're trying to make it all go round." Then, he moved. "I'll tell my husband that Samuel suspects Ema."

"Are you going to tell me it's right or wrong?"

"I'll answer if you answer this. What does my husband want?"

Samuel quiet.

That's what's hard.

He suspects Ema, but he doesn't know why she did it. He felt that Mahesa Mahardika would not be so stupid as to send a murderer, killing people one by one and then if it was discovered then so be it.

What he wanted, Samuel couldn't read it. Oto will not be separated by this strategy. Then why?

"Oto is a small but influential organization. People admit you even though they don't know who you are." Rashi folded his arms while leaning against his desk. "So Samuel, can we buy your organization?"

Ah, Rashi is a bad opponent. He is not hypocritical, not cunning, not evil. Samuel was confused as to what to read.

"If I told you I'd take off with Mahesa's entire fortune now, you'd pay for it?"

But he laughed crisply. "Of course not. The nomination makes no sense. I'll take off with .. hmmm, fifty billion with you with him."

Samuel snorts. A very fantastic price for a mercenary amounted to a little.

From the beginning it was just a word game. Because Rashi knew Samuel would answer, "Oto mine. Tell Mahesa. I'll help him, but not under his control. That's how I thank you."

"All right."

"Then what if I buy information from you? I'll give you five billion for two clear words. Is it Ema or not?"

Rashi smiled once more. "You know I don't trade anything uncertain. Meet my husband if you want."

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