Let them offer their loyalty

In other words, the long-awaited night has arrived.

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The river flows quietly under your feet, reflecting the colorful neon lights on the other side. The towering skyscrapers stand there like giant pillars reaching to the sky, supporting the splendor of this city. The river is like a mirror, reflecting the brilliance of the city. The rainbow lights interweave together like a colorful spider web, hugging the entire city tightly. The projected advertisements, giant screens and various high-tech devices on the buildings add more colors to the city's night.

Jonas held Iris's hand and walked along the river bank. The night breeze made them feel very comfortable.

Miss Elise's character was still very soft, or rather, a little too soft. For Jonas, if he didn't take the initiative, the girl wouldn't even dare to hold his hand.

This feeling of completely handing over the initiative to others makes Jonas feel like he is actually raising a pet... Of course, Jonas is not the kind of person who finds troublesome. The sense of conquest is often greater than the feeling of boredom. Although he is a little helpless about the girl's personality, Jonas still likes it very much.

If Beigong Ling knew what he was thinking at this moment, she would probably sneer and say

——Oh, man.

Jonas put away his thoughts and turned around to find that Elise had been looking at him. Noticing Jonas's pace slowed down and his eyes fell on him reviewing the three people, Elise hesitated and said:

"What's wrong, Mr. Jonas?"

"No, it's nothing."

The street lights at night and the neon lights on the riverside reflected on Iris's face, making the girl's lovely expression look even more charming.

Jonas paused and then said:

"Miss Ellis, is there anywhere else you want to go next?"

"As long as Mr. Jonas is by my side, I can go anywhere..."

The girl shook her head, then stopped as if she realized something and bit her lips, as if she found it difficult to speak.

"Uh, what's wrong?"

As if noticing the girl's hesitation, Jonas asked.

Gritting her teeth, as if she had finally mustered up the courage, Iris raised her head and spoke:

"I, I prepared a lot of things for Mr. Jonas..."

"So, can I come to Mr. Jonas's house tonight?"

Such bold remarks naturally made Elise blush. Just by saying these words, Elise had used up all her courage.

Hearing this, Jonas understood what the girl was thinking and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

Of course, Jonas didn't take Elise's "preparation" seriously.

As the one with arguably the weakest combat power, Miss Iris may not be as threatening as Eiffel.

At least Jonas had plenty of room to maneuver around her.

"Okay, then let me see what Miss Elise has prepared."

"Are you here?" Iris widened her eyes.

Hearing this, Jonas was also shocked: "Of course not."

"Oh, oh."

Iris said this, looking at Jonas with bright eyes:

"So, shall we go now?"

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Fifteen minutes later, Jonas looked at Iris in the room. The girl was wearing an apron and looked like a good wife and mother.

She stood in front of the kitchen, brought out a few dishes and placed them on the table, then said timidly:

"This is something I just learned recently. I've been practicing for a long time. Can Mr. Jonas try it?"

After recovering from his shock, Jonas was stunned as he looked at the girl with her hands put together in a somewhat tangled manner and her toes touching the ground. He had thought that the girl's so-called "preparation" was something more obscure, but it turned out that he had overthought.

Jonas began to criticize himself, as if his thoughts were a little too dirty.

After a moment, he raised his head again and looked at Iris, with a hint of relief and complexity in his eyes.

It’s great that Iris is still that pure and sweet child.

Just as this thought came to Jonas' mind, he saw the girl blushing and slightly loosening the ties of her apron, allowing Jonas to glimpse a glimpse of "partial truth" from the side.

The more half-covered she is, the more attractive she is. Elise tied her hair up, revealing her delicate collarbone and the pendant on her earlobe. This maturity unique to adults added a different temperament to Elise.

"For example, if Mr. Jonas isn't hungry now..."

Iris said this, her face completely red.

——Crack.

All the lights in the room turned off instantly, and the girl's delicate and beautiful face could be vaguely seen.

Obviously, it was Iris who hacked into the central control here and shut down all the communication.

"If you're not hungry, you can have some...appetizers and desserts first."

As Jonas said this, he saw the girl's apron slip off, and the truth was completely exposed.

Jonas couldn't help but feel a little dry in the mouth.

——Damn it, where did this beast come from? He taught my Elise such bad things.

He clenched his fists.

——Ah, it’s me, it’s okay then.

Forgive me, Lorikon God...

He thought so in his heart.

then,

Open the prayer!

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the next day.

The sun poured in from the window, casting a bright spot of light into the girl's room. She was wearing cute pajamas, curled up on the bed, hugging a soft pillow tightly with both hands.

"Hey hey hey——"

In the girl's room, Iris hugged the pillow and buried her face in it, as if she wanted to blend in and hide the happiness in her heart. Sometimes, she would raise her head from the pillow and show a silly smile, as if she was thinking of something beautiful.

Her cheeks were lightly flushed, her eyes sparkled with happiness, and her bright eyes were full of expectations for the future. As if someone couldn't stand her performance, a voice suddenly appeared in the girl's ear... or should I say ear, it sounded more like it rang directly in her mind.

"Stop grinning like an idiot. You've almost wasted the whole day. You're such a loser."

This voice was 100% or even 90% similar to Ellis's voice, but compared to Ellis's usual weak tone, this voice seemed a little more fierce.

When he said this, one could clearly feel the disappointment in his tone.

However, Iris didn't care and muttered softly:

"You seem to be very happy too, why are you blaming me?"

After hearing this, the voice in my head didn't know how to refute for a moment.

"I won't be as embarrassed as you!"

"Uh-huh."

Iris nodded perfunctorily, then tilted her head as if she had thought of something, and said:

"But Mr. Jonas's palm is really big. It can completely hold my hand."

As she spoke, the corners of the girl's mouth curled up unconsciously again.

--Hopeless.

Such a voice came from my heart.

"You should be able to feel it too... I don't believe you don't feel anything at all."

——It’s not me who controls the body.

Having said this, the voice in my heart began to sound sarcastic.

——When encountering danger, he hides away. When dating someone, he takes control of the body. What a face!

Hearing this, Elise knew why the other self was upset.

She burst out laughing and couldn't help but say:

"You should have said earlier that you were unhappy because of this kind of thing."

——No matter who is unhappy, I am not unhappy.

It's exactly the tone of a little girl when she's upset.

"Next time I have a chance to be alone with Mr. Jonas, I will give you control of my body."

Sure enough, after a long silence, the voice sounded in my heart again.

--...real?

Elise deliberately didn't reply.

Then I heard the voice chattering again.

——You should have let me play earlier. You've made me so anxious today. You didn't kiss when you should have, and you didn't hold hands when you should have. You have done even more excessive things before, but you are hesitant at a time like this. It's shameful!

——Next time, give me your body and I will let you see what real operation is.

"I can give it to you, but only a little bit."

--What's the meaning?

"Only ten minutes."

——You fucking capitalist dog!

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In the top-floor office of the Alte Group, Jonas leaned back in his chair with his feet casually placed on the table.

He did not come to the company yesterday, but spent the whole day with Elise...to be precise, it was actually thirty-seven hours. However, Jonas has never been stingy with his best employees, and the extra time is harmless, at least for Jonas.

And the so-called reward may not only be for Ellis, but for both of them.

What Iris called "preparation" was not just cooking skills, but many aspects. Jonas could clearly feel that Miss Iris's "cooking skills" had improved a lot when she was not in the kitchen. If she was at the bottom of the combat power before, now she could at least compete with Miss Eiffel. Of course, she still couldn't compare with Miss Esni, who was at the top of the combat power.

Well, this naturally refers to hacker capabilities.

The temperature control system in the office makes a slight sound, which is not noticeable, just the sound of the wind.

However, Jonas seemed to have noticed something and frowned, as if he was confirming something.

After a moment, he spoke:

“Miss Nora, I don’t think I asked you to come over.”

No one responded, so Jonas repeated it again, his tone a little more serious.

"If Miss Nora still wants to play dead, I don't mind taking the initiative to find you out."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a ripple in the space, as if a stone was thrown into the water, and Nora's figure appeared at Jonas' depth.

"Miss Nightingale is getting bolder and bolder. She actually dared to come here without saying a word."

Jonas narrowed his eyes:

"Why, do you think I can't restrict you?"

"I just came to check on the security situation." Nora looked away, as if she was embarrassed by being exposed.

"Do you think you can get away with such a lame lie?"

Jonas was not very angry, but Nora's character of ignoring rules really needed to be disciplined.

Hearing this, Nora seemed a little guilty, and spoke after a moment:

"Feel sorry."

"Do you think that an apology will get you over it?"

Jonas couldn't help laughing:

"If apologies are useful, why punish them?"