100 Days to Seduce the Devil

Day Eighty-Eight…

Jane spent most of her day bonding with her sister and father. She also visited the Yan Family to see her grandfather, Old Master Yan, and her Aunt. She bought them gifts before she said goodbye to them.

When Jane became alone, she started to think about her upcoming encounter with Monica. She had already prepared herself for the outcome of her mission. She kept staring at her phone, contemplating whether to call Nathan for one last time.

"I wonder what he is doing right now," Jane mumbled.

After careful consideration, she tried dialing Nathan's number. It rang a few times. However, Nathan didn't answer her call.

"Sigh. I think he is busy." Jane felt disappointed.

She had the urge to see him but she restrained herself from doing that. She was afraid that she would be unable to keep her secret from Nathan if she ever met him tonight.

In the end, Jane just sent him a message.

[ Nate, always remember that I love you so much. ]

After sending her message to Nathan, she received a call from Cherry.

"Sis, where are you? Are you on your way to meet Monica now? Sis, can you please reconsider your decision? You can rely on me, Hanabi, and Tatsumi. We can accompany you!" Cherry bombarded Jane with questions, worries and concerns etched on her face.

"You don't have to worry about me. I can handle this alone. Stick to our original plan. If I'm not out in thirty minutes, you'll be my backup. But your focus should be on rescuing Ethan. Understand?"

Cherry heaved a sigh of defeat. She failed to change Jane's mind. "Okay, sis. I understand. Please be careful."

Jane smiled before ending the call. She didn't waste any more time as she got ready to leave. She headed to the location where Monica told her to meet her.

She could feel intense pressure as she set foot in front of the gate. She clenched her fists tightly as her eyes roamed around her surroundings. It was a large mansion that was highly guarded.

"Identify yourself," the guard stationed at the entrance gate commanded her.

"I'm Jane, also known as Phantomflake."

The two guards exchanged glances with one another. One of them grabbed his gun, aiming at her.

"Don't shoot! Our Boss is expecting her!"

The guard immediately put down his gun and unlocked the gate for Jane. But his comrades remained vigilant as they watched Jane cautiously. They knew what she was capable of doing. She was a notorious assassin, infamous for her lethal skills.

One of the guards stepped forward to conduct a body search, carefully patting her down for hidden weapons. They also collected her phone. After confirming that she didn't bring any weapons, three guards escorted her inside the mansion. Just when they reached the door, two men emerged from the shadows, approaching them.

Jane was calculating in her mind the number of men inside the mansion. Their presence added more tension to the current atmosphere.

"We need to handcuff you first before taking you to our Boss," the man said, reaching for Jane's wrists.

Monica who was observing them from the second-floor balcony was extra careful when dealing with Jane. If it came to combat, she couldn't win against her. And Monica was aware that Jane could annihilate his men easily if she had a chance. She didn't want to take a risk.

Meanwhile, Jane kept her stoic expression as she watched him bind her hands with handcuffs. Though she looked very composed, her heart was beating rapidly in anticipation.

'I can't wait to see Ethan. I hope he is just fine. I will really get pissed if Monica lay a hand against him. I won't forgive her.' She thought, her jaw clenching slightly.

Despite the restraints and the heavy tension, Jane's mind remained sharp, taking notes of the possible escape routes.

As the guards led her deeper into the mansion, her resolve hardened. She was ready for whatever came next.

Jane was brought to a plain room. There was only a chair, a CCTV camera, and two TV screen inside the room. The men escorting her made her sit there, still binding her hands to the armchair. She didn't complain nor resist.

She obediently followed them for Ethan's safety. If she did something, Monica wouldn't hesitate to hurt Ethan just to discipline and control Jane.

"Where is your boss? Tell her I wanna see Ethan!" Jane finally spoke up.

It did not take long before Monica entered the room. She was grinning from ear to ear as she faced Jane.

"So excited to see me, huh? Just be patient, Phantomflake. The show is just about to start." Monica taunted with a sly smile.

Monica slowly strode toward her. Upon reaching her spot, she roughly grabbed her by the jaw, her fingers digging into Jane's skin as she pinched it hard, forcing her to meet her gaze.

"You're so helpless now, are you?" she sneered, her eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction. Monica wanted to intimidate her, reminding her of her superiority under these circumstances.

"Show me Ethan!" Jane coldly said, glaring at Monica.

Monica let out a mocking laugh."Let's chat first. We've got plenty to catch up on. I have an interesting story to tell." she released Jane's jaw from her clutch.

"Honestly, I am amazed by your guts. You knew this was a trap, yet here you are, walking right into my hands. Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to leave this place without a scratch? I can easily kill you."

Jane smirked at her remarks. "I'm not afraid of dying. I already experienced it before. So I'm here to exchange my life for Ethan's safety. Besides, I'm your target. Not Ethan."

Monica laughed once again. "I want you to beg me first."

Without warning, she reached out and yanked Jane's hair, twisting it painfully in her fist. The sharp tug forced Jane's head back, but she refused to flinch or cry out. She just looked dagger at Monica.

"Phantomflake, I hate you so much that I want to torture you. Since you are not afraid of dying then I won't kill you. I know your weakness so I'm going to use it against you. I will make you suffer." Monica continued to threaten her.

Jane's strong facade faltered for a moment. She had a bad feeling about this threat. What if she would hurt Ethan in front of her?

"You are lucky I'm in a good mood, Phantomflake. I will now show Ethan."

With a smug grin, Monica turned on the TV screen, revealing Ethan sitting on a bed, looking lost but unharmed. Jane's hardened expression softened instantly at the sight of the boy.

"Ethan..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her gaze quickly shifted back to Monica, desperation creeping into her tone. "Let me talk to him!"

"Haha, Don't order me. I told you, if you want anything then you have to beg me." She taunted her once more.

"Please, Monica! Let me talk to him…" Jane set aside her pride. She needed to know whether Monica touched Ethan or not.

"Haha. I'm truly amazed by your motherly instinct, Phantomflake. Now let me tell you a secret." Monica leaned in close, whispering into her ear.

"Ethan is your biological son."