Viper remained exceptionally cautious, only dropping me off at a suburban villa, leaving early and returning late.
I racked my brains trying to uncover his secrets, but keenly noticed the surveillance cameras scattered throughout the room.
He was meticulous, so careful that I couldn't find a way in.
But things couldn't drag on forever.
Two months later, on a particular day, he got drunk. In the haze of intoxication, he whispered in my ear over and over:
"I told you I'd give you a good life. Why didn't you wait for me?"
While playing along, I secretly slipped a specially designed information-capturing card into his phone.
That night, the tracking device in my body pulsed three times rhythmically, signaling the completion of the mission.
It was time for me to leave, but just as I was about to head out, Viper grabbed my hands.
"Melody, you came to deceive me."
The moment the explosion sounded, he instinctively shielded me with his body.