Chapter 475: Chapter 475 Alternative Solution IV
She looked at him for a moment, then spoke softly.
"I’m Anya."
Liam nodded once. "Liam."
There was a brief pause between them, not awkward, just quiet. Then she spoke again, her voice lower this time, more careful.
"There’s one more thing I want you to do for me... can you get me out of here when you’re done?"
Liam tilted his head slightly, studying her face for a second. There was something there now that wasn’t before. Not attitude, not irritation. Something deeper. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t care enough to dig into it.
After a few seconds, he nodded casually.
"Okay."
Simple.
Her reaction wasn’t.
Her lips parted slightly, then curved into a smile that came too fast, too real. It caught Liam off guard. He hadn’t expected that kind of reaction from such a simple answer. He didn’t understand why she wanted out so badly, but like everything else, it wasn’t his concern.
Anya stood up from the stool and adjusted her dress slightly, taking a breath before she turned and started walking toward Draco’s table.
No hesitation.
No looking back.
Liam watched her for a split second, then looked away, picking up his drink again like nothing important just happened. He took a slow sip, his eyes moving across the room, scanning, calculating, waiting.
The moment Anya left his side, two men approached.
Fast.
One stood beside him, close enough to block part of his view. The other pulled out the stool Anya had just left and sat down like he owned the space.
Liam didn’t react immediately. He just placed his glass down gently and turned his head slightly toward them.
The one sitting spoke first.
"That girl you were talking to..." his tone was calm but carried weight, "she’s boss property."
A short pause.
"This house owns her."
Liam’s eyebrow lifted slightly.
Boss property?
House owns her?
His mind ran through it quickly. So she wasn’t just working here. She was owned. Controlled. Probably forced into whatever they wanted her to do.
He didn’t care.
Not right now.
"Be careful who you talk to," the man added.
Liam blinked once, then nodded quickly like someone who just realized he stepped into something he didn’t understand.
"Oh... I didn’t know," he said sincerely. "I’m sorry."
No resistance.
No attitude.
Just submission.
The two men exchanged a glance.
Seems he really didn’t know.
No threat.
Just another idiot.
They both nodded slightly, satisfied. Then the one standing reached out and patted Liam’s shoulder.
Not friendly.
Heavy.
A reminder.
Liam felt it.
And he reacted instantly, flinching slightly as his hand came up to hold his shoulder like it actually hurt. His face tightened just enough to sell it.
The men smiled.
That was all they needed.
"Watch yourself," the one sitting said as he stood up.
Then they both walked away casually, already dismissing him completely.
"This one’s just a spineless idiot," one of them muttered under his breath as they moved off. "Probably just staring at her ass like the rest."
The other laughed lightly. "I was hoping he’d give us some fun."
"Not this one. He’s soft."
They walked off.
Liam didn’t turn his head.
Didn’t react.
But the corner of his mouth moved slightly.
A faint chuckle escaped him as he picked up his drink again.
Spineless idiot.
He heard every word.
Clear.
Sharp.
Perfect.
Their faces, their voices, their posture, everything about them was already locked in his mind.
Stored.
Filed.
Waiting.
He took another slow sip, his eyes drifting back toward Draco’s side of the room.
The game had already started.
And they had no idea who they just brushed off.
Liam continued drinking like nothing around him mattered, his posture relaxed, his eyes half focused on the glass in his hand while the noise of the club carried on around him. The music was loud, the lights kept shifting across the room, bodies moving without rhythm, people lost in whatever they came here to forget. But beneath all of that, he stayed sharp, aware, waiting.
Then he heard it.
Footsteps.
Soft, controlled, but fast enough to carry intent.
He didn’t turn immediately. He let the sound come closer, let it reach him, then he shifted his head just slightly, just in time to see her step back beside him.
Anya.
She leaned slightly toward the counter, her movements natural, casual, like she had simply come back for something she forgot. Her voice came light, almost playful.
"Ohh... I forgot my bag."
Liam looked at her, and a small smile touched his lips.
Of course she did.
She didn’t forget anything.
This was the window.
The excuse.
The only clean way back without raising suspicion.
For anyone watching, it was nothing. Just a girl returning to pick up what she left behind before heading back to the boss. Normal. Forgettable.
But Liam knew better.
He felt it before he saw it.
A light pressure against his side, subtle, quick.
His eyes dropped just for a fraction of a second.
The phone.
She had already taken it.
Clean.
Fast.
No hesitation.
Liam didn’t waste a second. His hand moved naturally, like he was adjusting himself, like it meant nothing, and in one smooth motion he took the phone from her hand.
Two seconds.
That was all it took.
Two seconds for his system to connect.
Two seconds for everything to begin.
And just like that, he returned it to her.
Seamless.
No tension.
No panic.
She picked it back up like it had never left her possession, turned slightly, grabbed her bag from the counter, and straightened up.
Anyone watching would see nothing.
Just a girl grabbing her bag.
Just a man finishing his drink.
Nothing more.
Anya didn’t linger. She didn’t look at him again. She turned and walked back toward Draco’s table like she was supposed to, like she had always been heading there.
Liam exhaled slowly, then lifted his glass again, finishing the rest of the drink in one calm motion.
And then it came.
His vision shifted.
A blue interface flooded his sight, sharp, clean, precise.
Data sync complete
Extracting information... 3 percent
Decrypting files...
Accessing internal storage...
Security protocols detected
Bypassing firewall...
The numbers began to climb.
Slow.
Steady.
Unstoppable.
Liam’s eyes stayed still, but inside, everything moved fast. That was it. That was everything he came here for. The bombs, the network, the connections, the structure, all of it would be inside that device.
No need to fight.
No need to drag Draco anywhere.
No need to risk unnecessary noise.
This was cleaner.
Better.
He set the empty glass down and stood up slowly, his body moving without urgency, like he had nowhere important to be.
But his eyes shifted once more.
Anya.
She was back beside Draco now, sitting stiff, her body angled slightly away from him. Liam could see the way she carried herself, controlled but uncomfortable, her shoulders tense, her movements careful, like she was trying not to draw attention while avoiding his touch at the same time.
Then her eyes found his.
Just for a second.
But it was enough.
He saw it clearly.
I’ve done my part.
Now get me out of here.
Liam held her gaze for a moment.
Then he smiled.
Not a wide smile.
Not reassuring.
Just something calm, unreadable.
Something she couldn’t quite understand.
And then he turned.
He walked out of the private section without looking back, his steps steady, unhurried, blending into the movement of the place like he had always belonged there.
Behind him, Anya’s fingers tightened slightly on the edge of the table.
Her jaw clenched.
For a moment, anger rose in her chest.
He was leaving.
Just like that.
No signal.
No plan.
No follow up.
And the money.
The remaining fifty thousand.
Nothing.
He had taken what he needed and walked away.
Her chest rose as if she wanted to shout, to call him back, to demand something, anything. But she couldn’t. Not here. Not in front of Draco. Not in front of his guards.
So she swallowed it.
Forced it down.
And after a few seconds, she exhaled slowly.
She shouldn’t be angry.
She knew that.
He didn’t owe her anything beyond what he already gave.
Fifty thousand dollars.
For something that lasted barely a few seconds.
That alone was more than enough.
More than she had seen in a long time.
Her shoulders eased just a little as she lowered her gaze.
At least she got something out of it.
At least it wasn’t nothing.
Dummm.
Then The sound hit hard.
Like something snapped.
Then everything died.
The music cut instantly.
The lights went out.
Total darkness.
The entire club froze for a second as confusion spread through the room. No movement, no sound except scattered voices rising in panic.
Draco was already on his feet.
His chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood, his hand moving fast, pulling a pistol from beneath his coat. His guards reacted just as quickly, weapons ready, eyes sharp, scanning through the darkness.
"What the fuck is going on?" someone shouted.
No one answered.
No one knew.
For a moment, it felt like an attack.
Like something was about to break loose.
Then just as suddenly as it went out, everything came back.
Lights.
Music.
Noise.
The club snapped back to life like nothing had happened.
People blinked, confused, looking around, some laughing it off, others still tense.
A power failure.
That was all.
At least that was what it looked like.
Draco lowered his gun slightly, his eyes still sharp, still scanning.
Then he turned.
And everything in him snapped.
His eyes flared.
"Where the fuck is Anya?!"
His voice cut through the music like a blade.
The table was empty.
The seat she was in just seconds ago was now vacant.
Gone.
Just like that.
His expression darkened instantly, rage building fast, uncontrolled.
"Find that fucking brat for me!" he roared.
Around him, his men moved immediately, spreading out, pushing through the crowd, eyes searching, hands ready.
But Anya...
Was nowhere to be seen.
