Chapter 1092 - 380: Why Not?

If something happened to Hazel on the deck, he didn't want to deal with the consequences. After all, he worked for Simon for many years, and Hazel was the first woman he paid so much attention to.

"Do you think I will jump into the sea?" Hazel looked at him with a hostile expression. She picked up the knife she had to cut her streak and swung it around, "If I really wanted to kill myself, I could use this knife right now. Why would I jump into the sea?"

C.h.e.s.ter's eyes widened as he finally understood why Simon was so concerned about Hazel. The women who were usually around Simon were always obedient, and Hazel was not only rebellious, but she was also very calculating. C.h.e.s.ter had no idea how to deal with her. 

"Without permission from the young master, I can't let you go to the deck anyway," C.h.e.s.ter said firmly.

"Well," Hazel continued to cut her steak, "Please send someone to see if Simon has finished showering and tell him to come here and eat together."

C.h.e.s.ter looked at Hazel suspiciously. What was she plotting? However, he still sent someone to get Simon. He didn't arrive in the dining room until Hazel was eating her dessert.

"Sweetheart, I heard you asked for me?" Simon apparently just got out of the shower, his hair was still wet, and he sat down close to Hazel with a quizzical smile.

"Yeah, they are not willing to tell me anything. The only request they will grant is to speak to you." Hazel looked up at C.h.e.s.ter and said, "Can you get him something to eat, don't let him go hungry."

Since she couldn't get any information from C.h.e.s.ter, she decided she might as well try to get some from Simon.

The maid put cutlery and food down in front of Simon. Hazel glanced at the bright, clean cutlery. It seemed that his germaphobia really tormented the people around him.

"Sweetheart," Simon looked at her with a smile, "Do you think I will tell you?"

"Why not?" A provocative light flashed in Hazel's eyes, and she leaned her back against the chair. "Are you implying that you have no confidence in yourself? Do you think I will be saved, and by telling me anything is the same as telling Joshua?"

Simon's expression changed. He knew that Hazel was deliberately trying to irritate him, but she did make sense. If he were defensive in front of her, he would give her the impression that he had no confidence in himself.

"If you want to know, then feed me some fruit." He twitched his lips.

"Okay." Hazel grinned, picked up a gr.a.p.e, and put it to Simon's mouth, "But I just came back from the toilet and didn't wash my hands."

Simon closed his mouth tightly and refused to eat the gr.a.p.e. "You eat without washing your hands. Why are you so dirty?" He asked with a grim look.

"I eat with tableware, and I don't grab food with my hands." She saw that Simon didn't plan to eat the gr.a.p.e, so she threw it into the trash can.

Simon looked at her with a complaining eye. Her illogic really defeated him. He asked, "What do you want to know?"

"Where are we going now?" Hazel picked up the spoon and took a spoonful of fruit. However, before she could put it in her mouth, Simon grabbed her wrist and forced her to feed him. He ate the fruit without any hesitation.

"...I used that spoon." Hazel glanced over at him. 

"I don't mind," Simon said with a smile. He let go of her, picked up the cutlery in front of him, and cut the steak gracefully.

Hazel continued asking, "Are you going to tell me or not?"

"You will know when we get there." Simon whispered, "You just need to know, that's my place."

It was an extremely vague answer. Hazel went on to ask, "What do you do for a living?"

Simon's eyes went a bit deeper.

"You have brought me here, and you still want to hide your identity from me?" Hazel folded her arms across her c.h.e.s.t and looked at him like a smile.

Simon put down the cutlery and smiled with a bit of seriousness, "Since you really want to know me, then I will fulfill your wish. I am the king of the dark world."

Hazel was drinking water. Hearing what Simon said, she started choking and spit it all over Simon's food. C.h.e.s.ter's face changed, he quickly removed the food and replaced it with fresh food.

Simon's face is red with anger. Hazel smiled and said, "Sorry, I just didn't see that coming."

"You don't believe me?" Simon was annoyed.

"I believe you. Of course, I believe you." Hazel said with a smile, even though she did not believe a word of what he was saying, "Then what happened to your men in Country F?"

Simon's face got a bit darker. Hazel really knew how to attack him with simple words. She continued to remind him about Joshua and his losses to him.

"The influence of my organization has not extended to Country F." Simon said with a poker face, "But just give me three months... No, two months, the underground forces of the entire Country F will be under my control!"

He was proud of his accomplishment, and Hazel was trying to sound believable, so she curiously asked, "Organization? Is it composed of undercover men and nasty gangsters?"

Simon was hoping to see Hazel's adoring eyes, but she was acting condescending. He was getting very aggravated.

"Hazel!" He said with a harsh tone.

C.h.e.s.ter secretly began to worry about Hazel. Simon smiled at everyone so that nobody could tell what he was actually thinking. His smile hid more than the mask on his face. Each time that Hazel broke down his defenses, his expression became more and more irritated. C.h.e.s.ter wondered how much Simon would take, he was only made of flesh and blood.

Hazel blinked. It was the first time he called her by her name, instead of calling her some disgusting pet name.

"Sorry, after all, I've been in Country Z for so many years. I have never heard of the existence of such an organization, nor have I heard about it from Joshua. Do you have a business in ... Country Z?"

Simon's look once again became ugly.

"None?" Hazel looked at him with a surprise. "So, how do you dare to call yourself the king of the dark world?"