Heart Hunting

Night falls. The tranquil summer night is awakened by the nightlife.

Tonight, Greg invites Arno and Poppy to a Japanese restaurant near the Wild Road.

The Shinno Japanese restaurant is opened by authentic Japanese. Everything follows the Japanese style, including decoration, layout, and cuisine.

"Isn't it good?" Greg looks at them and pours them a glass of saki.

"It's easy for you, an idler, to find this restaurant." Poppy remarks deliberately. It'll be weird if a bon vivant fails to know where to eat.

"Poppy, I'm not happy to hear that." Greg jokes partially while putting a piece of salmon in his mouth.

"Good advice is harsh to the ear. Listen to the truth more if necessary." Poppy is excellent at taunting. Even if someone will be irritated to death by her words, she can still savor sushi calmly.

Greg looks at Arno. "That's a good apprentice you have cultivated. How do you survive?"

Arno raises his lip corner slightly. He has gotten accustomed to her first-rate mean words.

Grey doesn't get any response, thus shaking his head helplessly. "No wonder she's so brazen. It turns out that you spoil her."

"I don't teach Poppy anything. She's so brilliant, a fast learner. Moreover, she has a deeper understanding of some aspects than me. I'm barely her master." Arno's modest, but his praise for her is true. Poppy just glances at Arno without any response.

Greg tuts and changes the topic. "How's your work in Navi?"

Mentioning it, Poppy scowls and shakes her head. "It's annoying!"

"How come? Are you being harassed because of your overwhelming charm?" Greg grins, with a gloating look.

A mischievous spark glimmers in her eyes. "That dude is more annoying than you. He's like a timer, coming to my office with various excuses once per hour!"

Greg stops eating. "You can scold that dude if you want. But why do you mention me?"

He thinks he will be targeted anyway.

Poppy's scarlet lips make a half-smile. "That's because you're indeed annoying!"

"Haha!" Arno can't help but burst into laughter. It's the first time that he has seen Greg is despised completely.

Greg shakes his head. "Poppy, anyway, I have stood in front of "a knife" for you to handle Jean. But you haven't appreciated it."

"Thanks!" Poppy takes the glass and toasts to him. "Thank you very much. I know what you're capable of."

"Nothing!" Greg finally feels comfy.

After a while, Arno takes out a document and hands it to Poppy after the meal. "Check it out."

Poppy's eyes light up. "Is it about Wythe?"

"Open it and you'll know."

Greg can't help but cut in. "Aha, you're such a qualified master."

Arno glares at Greg for his vague look and returns to the topic. "Scout values the case very much and hires Wythe to be his representative lawyer, known as a hypocrite and sophist in the circle. You need to be careful."

Greg says lazily, "He's the best at this kind of commercial case. Last year, there was a battle about the prime site purchased by S.H. estate. Everyone thought it was the toughest since it was related to politics. However, he spent half a year and won the lawsuit." Poppy glances at him. Last year, she hadn't come back, thus not knowing the case.

Arno nods. "That guy is most brilliant at prolonging battles. You must hold on."

"Then I'll solve it quickly, not giving him a chance to stall." Poppy looks calm, but her eyes glint.

"You're at a disadvantage if it's a prolong case." Arno has also analyzed the case.

Greg cuts in from time to time, but the master and apprentice are discussing most of the time. The original meaning of the meal to celebrate his return has been transferred into job discussion.

Greg can't help but sigh. Why is he surrounded by workaholics?

After their discussion, it's not early; therefore, Poppy drives to her apartment.

When she gets out of the car, Poppy pulls the luggage to the building. It's very dark. Poppy is kind of relaxed after drinking wine and fails to notice someone is approaching her.

Until the luggage is taken away, she suddenly looks up and sees Kenny. "You're not a ghost. How can you walk without noises?"

She is too lazy to grab the luggage that has been taken away by him and steps toward the apartment.

Kenny follows her and senses the wine scent in the air, asking sensitively, "Did you have a drink with Noel?"

She laughs slightly after they enter the elevator. "I left in the afternoon. I failed to focus on his company at all, where I was supervised in every corner."

An assigned employee will definitely receive much attention. Besides, with his acquaintance of Noel, Kenny knows what she means and his heart lights up, hugging her shoulder with his free left hand. "Or go to my company?" "You?"

Receiving her stare, he knows he is classified in the same category as Noel, thus declaring instantly, "I'll never have personal feelings when I work."

"OK." Poppy replies indifferently.

"What do you think? Consider it." Kenny intends to seduce her into his company. It'll be good, staring at her every day.

Poppy glances at him coldly and gets rid of his touch using her elbow with a smile.

"Little minx, why are you so into violence?"

The elevator door opens and they go out one after the other.

Poppy doesn't respond. She opens the door in, takes the nightdress, and walks into the bathroom, ignoring him.

There are constant sounds of splashing water. Kenny glances at the bathroom, puts down the luggage, and steps to the balcony with a cigarette in his hand.

Poppy ties her hair loosely behind her head after a shower. The nightdress still looks sexy on her. However, she doesn't mean to seduce him. That's her dressing style.

Watching Kenny on the balcony, she walks over. With a background of a starry night, he's like a magnificent sculpture, with profound eyes. No one will know what he's pondering.

She grabs the cigarette from his mouth. After that, she leans on the railing lazily, and takes the cigarette in one hand to her mouth and takes a deep breath. Her attractive eyes squints, which are blocked by the smoke she spits out, and her fairy-like face looks striking. It's the first time that Kenny has realized watching a woman smoke is bliss.

He props his hands on the railing and approaches her. "It's the first time that I have seen a lady smoking. How sexy it can be." His magnetic and deep voice exudes an ultimate charm under the night.

Poppy laughs. "Only bad ladies will smoke."