Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 447 - 202 That was a stormy Christmas Eve_3

As Philomena said, because of her little boyfriend’s assistance, her path to promotion was practically risk-free, and all she had to do was wait for everything to fall into place.

Wayne knew clearly that Philomena was no longer that pure elf, a drastic change had occurred inside her, she was a Tentacle Monster in elf’s clothing.

With his assistance, the course of Philomena’s evolution changed, little by little, taking his shape.

From the point of view of faith, Philomena had committed a heinous sin against the gods, deviating both in mind and body from the original intent of the elves’ evolution.

Wayne didn’t want it to be this way either, every time he saw the filthy Golden Triangle, he couldn’t help but wipe off the dust, and by doing so, the stunning elf beauty became perverted.

Philomena was unaware of her own changes, feeling great, while Wayne said nothing; he didn’t mind and would take responsibility.

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Commercial Street, Wayne Detective Agency. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

The office door was locked tight, Wayne was furiously writing in his journal, occasionally gritting his teeth and pausing his pen, his thoughts drifting away.

Veronica had an appetite that was too big. Wayne’s future diary had been written up to the year 1940, with explosive daily updates, the production so astonishing that it could no longer be called a diary, it was more like a novel.

To satisfy Veronica’s appetite, Wayne had no choice but to plagiarize from history books, the effect was good, reading history made people wise, hoping that by this means Veronica could understand more about the darker side of society.

You may not need it, but you can’t be ignorant of it.

Knock knock knock!

"Boss, the client with an appointment is here to see you," said Carrie, the office assistant, knocking on the door.

"Arrange for the client to go to the meeting room. I’ll be right there," Wayne replied without looking up.

"Okay."

Five minutes later, Wayne closed the journal and let out a deep sigh of relief.

Mona stood up, took a handkerchief out, and wiped her mouth: "Boss, should I go greet that client?"

"The client offered the highest bid and made an appointment; you going would be too dismissive, and besides..."

"You better not talk, your scent is too strong, it affects the Detective Agency’s reputation."

Wayne waved his hand with a face of helpless torment, vaguely remembering that it was a stormy Christmas Eve when he accompanied Mona to the cinema, only to be tricked into going back to her place, with all that talk of how the Angel had to eat an apple tonight, the father, kindness, faith, and whatnot.

As a result, Wayne didn’t get to eat an apple, and his first kiss and sweet rewards were taken advantage of, losing a fortune in one night, the thought of which still pained his heart.

If only he had known!

He blamed his naivety, his too great a trust in Mona, really believing nothing would happen.

Mona watched Wayne leave with a serious expression. Once she was sure no one was around, she grabbed the black coat hanging on the rack and took a few deep sniffs.

Epic Level hit to the lungs!

Witnessing her reverence, one might think she was worshipping her faith!

Well, actually, she was.

The Crucifix given by the Pope to Mona was a big problem; it uncovered the deep desires within her heart, ensuring her absolute loyalty to her master while also igniting her yearning for him.

Every time she saw Wayne, a voice in Mona’s heart would remind her that the Reincarnated Angel descended to rid the world of the Devil, and once the task was complete, the Angel would return to Heaven.

If she couldn’t leave some obsessions of the Angel in the human world, Mona would never see Wayne again until her death.

You don’t want that either, right?

Mona certainly didn’t want that; the voice stemmed from the desires deep inside her, amplified whenever she saw Wayne. After much thought, she pondered what could be the Angel’s obsession in the human world.

She realized it!

...

Meeting room.

Wayne met his distinguished guest, a lady with short black hair, elegantly dressed, her makeup cool and detached, wearing stockings even in the dead of winter—either a person who loved beauty, or one with ulterior motives.

"Wayne."

Wayne extended his hand, politely holding the lady’s fingertips, "I am the owner of the Wayne Detective Agency, as well as its most outstanding detective. May I ask how the client would like to be addressed?"

"Lady Sola."

The two sat opposite each other, Wayne glanced at the black briefcase on the table, "Lady Sola, it’s a great honor to meet you. I assure you, you will get more than what you paid for, I will definitely complete your commission satisfactorily."

Lady Sola gave a slight smile and began to explain her commission, a very ordinary missing person’s case.

About a year ago, she had lent money to a colleague, who disappeared after getting the money. Initially, she thought little of it; due to their line of work, she and her colleague were often abroad, and it wasn’t unusual for them not to see each other for several months.

But the absence of any news for a whole year was clearly a sign of evading her, the creditor, with the intention of defaulting on the debt.

"This is outrageous! Windsor is a place governed by law. Such unscrupulous people are bound not to end well!" Wayne empathized, taking a hard stand from the client’s perspective, harshly criticizing the debtor who refused to repay.

He then asked for some details, including the debtor’s name, age, place of employment, and the last known location, among others.

As he inquired, Wayne started to sense something was off.

When he saw the photo of the debtor, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably a few times.

[Photo]

A very familiar face that he could see every day in the mirror.

"So, who might you be?"

"The air trembles as if the sky is on fire," Lady Sola spoke with a smile.

Wayne pressed down the corner of his mouth, his eyes twitching again, and after a moment said, "Yes, a storm is coming."

"Nice to meet you, Wayne."

"Seeing you doesn’t feel so nice..."