That morning, Cleopatra sat in her chair with a cold expression, staring sharply at her laptop screen. In her hand, she clutched a photo—James Weelman, her father's former servant, who had now become a shadowy enemy.

"If he thinks he can play games with me, he's gravely mistaken," she muttered softly, but her voice was filled with menace.


In front of her, Peter stood cautiously, already used to Cleopatra's unexpected orders.

"I want you to track him down as soon as possible," Cleopatra ordered without preamble.

Peter nodded, pulling out his phone and starting to contact some of his connections in the police force.


"This won't be easy, Cleo. That man may have moved several times by now," Peter warned.

Cleopatra scoffed, her eyes still locked on James's photo.


"I don't care where he's hiding. I just want him found," she said coldly.

Inside, her anger was mixed with disappointment.

James had once worked for her family with full trust. But now? He had become a threat, disturbing her life.

Peter finally nodded, ending his call after speaking with one of his police contacts.

"Alright, they'll start tracing his tracks. As soon as there's news, I'll let you know immediately," Peter said.

Cleopatra simply gave a short nod, her eyes calculating. She wouldn't let this betrayal go unpunished.

After a long day of work and making plans to capture James, Cleopatra suddenly asked Louis to accompany her home.

Louis, who was tidying up documents at his desk, immediately frowned.

"Home?" he asked hesitantly.

Cleopatra smirked casually.

"Yes, Toreto. I need someone to accompany me on this long drive home. You don't mind, do you?"

Louis actually wanted to refuse, but before he could say anything, Cleopatra had already walked out first.

With a sigh, he had no choice but to follow the woman.

As soon as he got into Cleopatra's luxurious sports car, Louis immediately felt uncomfortable.

Not because of the car—the car was incredibly lavish, with sleek leather interiors and an expensive scent filling the space—but because of how relaxed Cleopatra was behind the wheel.

Cleopatra started the engine, then turned to Louis with a knowing look.

"Relax, Toreto. You look like you're facing an execution."

Louis cleared his throat, trying to adjust.

"I'm just not used to riding in a car this fancy," he admitted honestly.

Cleopatra chuckled.

"That's because you live too simply. Maybe you need a rich woman to introduce you to this kind of lifestyle."

Louis just scoffed, trying to stay focused.

However, the atmosphere shifted when Cleopatra suddenly placed her hand on Louis's thigh casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Louis immediately froze.

"W-what are you doing?" his voice almost trembled.

Cleopatra tilted slightly, still with her hand on his thigh, looking at him with a teasing smirk.

"I should thank you for helping me, Toreto," she said in a low, dangerously seductive tone.

Louis nearly choked on his own breath.

"T-there's no need to thank me like this, Cleo..."

Cleopatra simply raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Do you always get this tense when a woman touches you?" she asked nonchalantly.

Louis tried to steady his breathing, staring straight ahead as if the windshield held something extremely fascinating.

"I just... I'm not used to your games," he muttered.

Cleopatra laughed, this time louder.

"You're so innocent, Louis. That's what makes you even more fun to tease."

Louis frowned.

"I'm not a toy, Cleo."

Cleopatra raised an eyebrow, her lips still curled into a mischievous smile.

"Oh? I'm not done playing with you yet, Toreto."

Louis could only sigh deeply, trying to remain calm.

But inside, he wondered:

Why does my heart always race whenever she gets close?

This is just a game to her, right?

But why can't I ignore it?

Cleopatra glanced at Louis briefly, then smiled in satisfaction.

It seemed she had found a new form of entertainment—watching Louis panic every time she teased him.

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That night, Peter Moon finally obtained crucial information after hours of tracking James Weelman's whereabouts.

Standing outside a small shop on the outskirts of town near a bridge, he observed a man buying items inside.

James Weelman.

Peter immediately called Cleopatra, pressing his phone to his ear while keeping an eye on James from a distance.

"Cleo, we found him. James is here," he said bluntly.

On the other end, Cleopatra, who had just arrived at her penthouse with Louis, immediately changed her expression.

Her playful demeanor disappeared, replaced by a cold, calculating aura.

"Good. Make sure he doesn't escape," she ordered before ending the call.

Louis, noticing Cleopatra's sudden change in attitude, grew curious.

"Did you find the culprit?" he asked.

Cleopatra glanced at Louis briefly, her face no longer carrying its usual teasing smile.

"Yes, and I'll make sure he doesn't live in this world anymore," she answered sharply.

Louis looked at her in mild shock. He knew Cleopatra wasn't the forgiving type, but seeing such a cold expression made him feel that something far bigger was at play.

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In a private interrogation room rented by Cleopatra, James Weelman sat with a terrified expression.

Dim lighting cast shadows on the walls. Cold sweat dripped down James's temples, his hands clenched tightly on the table.

The door opened.

Cleopatra walked in calmly, but her gaze was as sharp as a knife.

Louis stood in the corner, watching as Cleopatra moved like a predator that had just found its prey.

"Tell me who sent you."

Cleopatra's voice was flat, emotionless.

James bit his lip, his eyes blinking in panic.

"I-I can't... If I say anything, they'll kill me and my family."

Cleopatra pressed her fingers against the table, leaning closer to James.

"I can protect you. But if you stay silent, I will make sure you rot in prison for life."

James shook his head frantically, his breathing ragged.

"They're more dangerous than you think, Cleo..."

Cleopatra stared at him intensely, trying to detect any lies in his expression.

But Louis, who had remained silent until now, noticed something different.

He could see Cleopatra was struggling to control her emotions.

There was hesitation in her eyes.

Not because she was afraid, but because she was beginning to feel pity.

Cleopatra let out a deep breath, trying to compose herself.

James Weelman had once been part of her home, someone who had worked for her family.

And now, he sat here, trembling in fear, as her enemy.

Cleopatra leaned back in her chair, looking at James more calmly.

"Why did you do it?" she asked more softly, not with a threatening tone but with genuine curiosity.

James lifted his head slowly, his expression still filled with fear.

"I had no choice... I needed money... And they gave me an opportunity."

Louis finally spoke, stepping closer.

"Who are ‘they'?" he asked in a gentler tone, trying to make James feel safe.

James shook his head, biting his lip.

"I... I can't say."

Cleopatra slammed her hands on the table, making James flinch.

"Tell me, or I'll make sure your life ends behind bars!"

James shut his eyes, his breath hitching.

"They will kill me... and my family..." his voice trembled, as if just mentioning them was enough to bring death upon him.

Louis looked at Cleopatra, trying to read her reaction.

He saw something different this time.

Cleopatra wasn't just angry.

She was also disappointed.

As if she had just realized that the enemy she faced wasn't merely a traitor, but someone trapped in something far bigger.

Cleopatra stood from her chair, walking to the corner of the room, turning her back on them.

Louis watched her intently.

He noticed her shoulders rise and fall slightly, her breathing a bit heavier.

She was struggling to contain her emotions.

Louis stepped closer, his voice softer than before.

"Cleo... are you okay?"

Cleopatra closed her eyes briefly before turning around.

She tried to display an emotionless expression, but this time, Louis could see something different.

There was doubt in her gaze.

A feeling she couldn't ignore.

"I'm fine," Cleopatra finally said.

But Louis knew, that wasn't entirely true.

For the first time since they met, Louis realized that Cleopatra wasn't just a strong and cold woman.