The Bewitching Girl

"Are you really all right with that?"

"Of course. I'm truly fine, so please don't worry too much about me."

In front of a reception room in the central residence.

Naraebi smiled up at Douglas, assuring him that he didn't need to worry.

After whispering a rough outline of her plan to Douglas, she'd asked to speak with the chairman alone.

She wanted to keep him alive and make use of him rather than kill him, so she wanted to have a private conversation.

-Killing him would be easy, but finding a replacement would be difficult. No matter how he looks, he's the head of a massive corporation, and he must have handled plenty of noble commissions behind the scenes.

-That's...

A perspective that was remarkably rational and broad-minded for a ten-year-old—or rather, eleven-year-old—child.

Douglas studied Naraebi intently, then soon lifted the corner of his mouth in a faint smile...