Seeing Mila Carlyle being pinched on the face, the fox in the cage suddenly stood up, placing its paws on the edge and howling towards her, seemingly wanting to save her but clearly afraid of Reiser Mill. 

Mila Carlyle was touched by the little creature's effort. She glanced at it sideways and blinked, signaling that she was fine and it needn't worry. 

Then her eye was covered by a thumb, pressed down painfully as punishment, making her cry out. 

"If you keep batting those eyes at anything else, I'll gouge them out and make mermaid soup," Reiser Mill's voice was displeased, filled with intense possessiveness. 

What does he mean by batting her eyes? She's not Thor! 

Mila Carlyle thought being his "pet" was extraordinarily difficult. Even her gaze had to be controlled. What kind of unreasonable rule was this? 

If he had pressed any harder, her left eye would likely be blind by now. 

This man was violent and hard to deal with. 

Sure enough, the violent man spoke coldly, "Pauline Ricardo, put her cage outside." 

Looks like she wouldn't be able to play with these animals tonight. 

After Reiser Mill finished speaking, he yanked the golden chain around Mila Carlyle's neck, pulling it hard enough that she stumbled, forcing her to stand closer to him, satisfied only when she was nearer. He then led her outside. 

Angela Kent hadn't expected to be so thoroughly ignored and couldn't help but shout again, "Duke Reiser! She clearly just now..." 

Reiser Mill paused, his tone growing impatient, "She's my pet. Only offending me counts as wrongdoing." 

In other words, no matter how much trouble she caused, no matter how excessive, if he didn't mind, it wasn't considered wrong. 

As his pet, she could be domineering towards anyone; she only needed to submit to Reiser Mill. 

Hearing this, Angela Kent's face turned pale.

Clearly, Reiser Mill was indulging Mila Carlyle's "naughtiness." How could he indulge this unknown monster girl like this? Why? 

But Angela Kent knew how terrifying Reiser Mill's temper could be, so she didn't dare argue, bowing her head, "I'm sorry, Duke Reiser, I overstepped and failed my duty. I will find Pauline Ricardo to receive my punishment." 

Reiser Mill didn't even give her an "hmm," leading Mila Carlyle away. 

Angela Kent watched their retreating backs, red-eyed, comforting herself that it was okay. Reiser Mill's interest in pets never lasted long, and this monster girl wouldn't be an exception. 

Half a month at most, Reiser Mill would be tired of her! 

… 

Inside the luxurious study in the cabin. 

Reiser Mill strode in, his right hand wrapped around a gold chain. Unlike before, the end of the chain wasn't attached to a tiger but to an incredibly beautiful girl. 

This bizarre yet strangely harmonious scene made Pauline Ricardo, waiting to report, pause. 

As Mila Carlyle passed by, his gaze instinctively drifted to her slender, straight, white legs... 

Bang, a file folder suddenly smashed over. Pauline Ricardo immediately covered his bruised forehead and retreated, quickly saying, "Duke Reiser, there's a situation to report from Dark Night."

Mila Carlyle's ears twitched. Dark Night? 

Fragments of familiar memories flashed in her mind, and she suddenly remembered— 

When she was practicing hacking, she had accidentally infiltrated the Eurasian CIA's intranet and glimpsed a secret file. It mentioned that Dark Night was the most ruthless and bloody existence. 

Dark Night had various departments, from assassins and agents to weapons inventors and tech researchers, mastering cutting-edge technology comparable to a country, with unpredictable danger levels. 

And the person wielding real power in Dark Night was the seventh-generation leader of the Mill family, Eurasia's foremost family, Reiser Mill, known as Duke Reiser. 

A figure feared both in the underworld and the legitimate world. It was said he grew up in the primordial forest, climbed out of piles of corpses, with a heart blacker than night and blood colder than ice. 

No wonder the name Duke Reiser felt familiar at first hearing. 

No wonder he could move freely in Eurasia's restricted zones, openly defying the underground auction rules in Sedon City, with no one daring to stop him. 

He was Reiser Mill! 

Reiser Mill was an extremely dangerous existence. 

Mila Carlyle's green eyes flickered. It seemed she needed to find a way to escape soon, to avoid her identity being uncovered and causing more trouble. 

She had a lot to do and no time to play life-and-death games with such a top-tier dangerous figure. 

Reiser Mill lazily reclined in his office chair, pulling the golden chain, dragging Mila Carlyle onto the tiger-patterned cushion by his leg. 

This time, Mila Carlyle didn't struggle or make a fuss but obediently knelt on the cushion. 

Reiser Mill assumed she was behaving well after causing trouble, his charming eyes lifting slightly, fingers pinching a washed cherry and feeding it to her mouth. 

A standard gesture of feeding a pet. 

Mila Carlyle felt extremely disdainful inside, but when her eyes caught sight of Pauline Ricardo's phone peeking out from his pocket, a sly glint flashed in her eyes, and she opened her mouth to eat the cherry. 

Perhaps her obedient mouth- opening pleased him, as Reiser Mill seemed to get addicted to feeding her, listening to the report while feeding her. 

His large hand occasionally ruffled her hair, pinched her cheeks, nose, and ears... 

When Pauline Ricardo finally finished reporting, Mila Carlyle felt like she was about to be played to pieces by this man! 

"Duke Reiser, I will take my leave now," Pauline Ricardo closed his tablet, bowed slightly, and turned to leave. 

Mila Carlyle, who had been leaning softly, suddenly sat up straight. She glanced at Reiser Mill, who was reading documents, and quickly turned her head, spitting out a very small cherry pit from her mouth, pinching it between two fingers, and swiftly shooting it at Pauline Ricardo's right leg— 

Pauline Ricardo, walking steadily, suddenly felt his right leg hit by a force, stumbling and falling to the ground. 

His phone fell out of his pocket, sliding under the sofa. 

Hearing the noise, Reiser Mill disdainfully glanced up, saying coldly, "Embarrassing. Get out." 

"Yes," Pauline Ricardo hurriedly got up and left without even checking if he had lost anything. 

Mila Carlyle's green eyes turned to the unnoticed phone, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. 

…

The night grew deeper. 

After Reiser Mill went to rest, and the servants had also retired, the cabin lights went out. 

Mila Carlyle lay in the large golden cage. Once she was sure there was no sound, she suddenly opened her eyes.

She naturally possessed excellent night vision, unlike ordinary people who would be blind in the dark; she could see clearly even in the pitch black. 

Mila Carlyle got up and easily unlocked the cage. She quietly went to the study and retrieved the phone that had fallen under the sofa. 

The private plane had wifi and could connect to the internet.

Mila Carlyle opened the browser and logged into her encrypted account. As soon as she was online, a message popped up. 

Cecil Barton: Little Fish, you're finally here! Your insight is amazing. The project you picked last time is a huge hit, and we made forty billion in profit! 

Mila Carlyle wasn't surprised and wasn't concerned about that at the moment. 

Little Fish in the Deep Sea: I'm out. 

Cecil Barton: You're out?! You mean... we can meet?! 

Little Fish in the Deep Sea: Yes. Are you busy? 

Cecil Barton: I'm free, absolutely free! Just in time, tomorrow night is my birthday party. You must come; I want you to know who I am! 

Little Fish in the Deep Sea: Oh, the second young master of the Barton family in Yongcheng, Cecil Barton. 

Cecil Barton:... Damn! You know! That's not fair. I don't even know who you are!

They had met while hacking, later becoming business partners. Little Fish had an incredibly keen eye, and every project she picked turned out to be a huge success. 

He didn't know her age, appearance, gender, only that she was stuck somewhere and couldn't get out, but could communicate online. For three years, he had been looking forward to meeting her.

Mila Carlyle didn't bother with small talk, directly replying: See you tomorrow night. Prepare a dress for the party, size XS. 

After that, she logged off, leaving the excited Cecil Barton on the other end. A dress, does that mean Little Fish is a woman? Does he have a chance to pursue her?! 

Mila Carlyle didn't know what Cecil Barton was thinking. She originally just wanted to meet him alone, as they had been partners for years and were good friends. 

But she agreed to attend his birthday party because she knew her "good sister" Mia Carlyle would also be there. 

How could Mia Carlyle miss such an upper-class party? She dreamed of climbing the social ladder! 

It was probably hereditary, considering the Carlyle parents would do anything despicable for money. 

Suddenly, Mila Carlyle's skin prickled with phantom pain, and past memories surfaced in her mind—