Originally translated from the Thai language.

Adisorn pressed his thick fingertips firmly against the bridge of his nose, as if trying to crush the mounting tension into nonexistence. The weight of prolonged exhaustion was etched into his dull, shadowed eyes. Reluctantly, he flipped open the obsidian-black dossier in his hands before forcing out a raspy, low-toned question.

"And I am expected to shoulder a mission this suicidal... entirely alone?"

Chatchawin, who had been observing the reaction with the keen gaze of a predator, let a faint smirk tug at the corner of his mouth. He straightened his posture, crossing his arms with a measured, regal composure—like a lion watching a caged prey with quiet arrogance.

"Do not be so alarmed, Mr. Adisorn. You certainly won’t be a lone wolf on this path. I have prepared a 'team'—one whose faces you know well and whose instincts you already trust."

Without allowing suspicion to linger, Chatchawin raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The sharp, crisp sound acted as a final command in the room, which had grown so silent that one could hear the cadence of their own breath.

Click... Click... Click...

The rhythmic, steady staccato of stilettos hitting the marble floor echoed from behind a heavy, black velvet curtain. Then, a slender, elegant silhouette stepped out from the shadows. Her deep-toned dress, impeccably cut, made her porcelain skin glow defiantly against the dim light. Her raven-black hair fell naturally over her shoulders, framing a face that was as alluring as it was lethal.

The moment the light caught her features, Adisorn froze. His breath hitched as if his very soul had been snatched away. He remembered every detail of this woman. She was the elite 'decoy' who had served as his 'eyes and ears' in countless clandestine operations. The intelligence she had provided in the past had led him to believe, with absolute conviction, that she was one of the few true allies he could trust.

But now... the pieces of a grand deception fell into place. A painful truth struck him center-chest: she was a venomous queen cobra who had been masquerading as a loyal friend all along.

"You...!" Adisorn pointed a trembling finger at her, his voice tight with a rage that threatened to explode. "You've been a mole for Chatchawin this entire time!"

The woman met his gaze with a triumphant, shimmering smile. She slowly ran her fingers through her hair—a graceful gesture that felt like a sharp taunt cutting deep into his psyche.

"It’s a pleasure to see you finally 'enlightened,' Mr. Adisorn," her voice was sweet as honey, yet as sharp as a poisoned razor.

Chatchawin watched the electric sparks of their confrontation with silent amusement. He offered a thin smile, gesturing toward the woman in a formal introduction.

"She is the finest infiltrator in this country... so skilled that no one can ever trace her footsteps," Chatchawin stated evenly before nodding to his associate. "Once you reach Chinese soil, she will oversee the entire situation from the shadows, ensuring that every one of my 'pieces' returns in full."

Adisorn let out a bitter, mocking laugh at his own naivety. "And what shred of trust do I have left for someone like her?" He shifted into a defensive stance, like a wounded animal sensing danger.

The venomous queen in a beauty’s skin merely curled her lip and shrugged, indifferent to his scorn.

"As long as you are on the same team as us... you can always trust me," she arched an eyebrow, leaving him with an even more lethal, seductive gaze. "Oh... and allow me to introduce myself officially once more."

Her crimson lips curled into a devious, unforgettable smile. "I am Rosé... a career 'infiltrator' for eternity."