Beast, Blue Blood - Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Sergei whispered.

“If you have my child, I’ll be at ease. It’s more reassuring than any property contract.”

He then pushed his fingers in deeper.

“Did that guy do it inside yesterday? I wonder whose child you’re going to have.”

Eugene rolled her eyes and muttered.

“You’re out of your mind.”

Of course, she knew he was out of his mind, but she didn’t expect it to be to this extent.

“Did you lose your mind from being beaten too much by your father?”

As soon as she spoke, Sergei’s body stiffened. Eugene knew Sergei well.

“Don’t piss me off.”

He raised his head and growled. Not missing that moment, Eugene gritted her teeth and kicked Sergei with all her might. Sergei staggered for a moment but quickly regained his balance and grabbed her clothes as she threw her body at him, pulling her down. The overwhelming force that dragged her down was enough to induce a sense of terror.

But it was enough time for Eugene to grab the gun on the bedside table. She immediately turned the gun and aimed it at Sergei. Sergei hesitated and released his grip on Eugene’s clothes. He backed away as she stood up.

Eugene coldly said.

“Wielding weapons isn’t something only men can do.”

Sergei, looking like his enthusiasm had already waned, narrowed his eyes and growled.

“Get lost.”

For now, it was something that could be dismissed as a minor incident. Eugene lowered the gun, but in the moment it seemed like she was just putting it down, she pulled the trigger and shot Sergei in the leg.

Bang!

Sergei cried out in pain.

“Claim compensation if you want.”

Eugene said indifferently, threw the gun aside, and took only the jewelry box with the ring, crossing the hotel room.

At that moment, the bodyguards from both sides, having heard the gunshot, rushed in. Some of Sergei’s bodyguards, upon seeing the bleeding Sergei, ran to him, while the others stood guard, facing off against each other.

Amid this, Eugene walked out calmly. As Sergei’s bodyguards tried to grab her, Eugene’s bodyguards aimed their guns and stopped them.

When she reached the corridor, the young secretary outside saw her and shouted.

“Director!”

Seeing his pale face, it was clear something had happened outside while Eugene was dealing with her issues inside. Eugene nonchalantly said.

“Please pack up my things.”

“I’ll get right on it.”

Eugene turned around and then turned back and said.

“No, never mind. Don’t pack anything. I’m going to throw it all away.”

“Excuse me?”

Without waiting for the secretary’s response, she took the elevator down and got into the car waiting at the lobby entrance. Before the car door closed, Eugene said to the secretary, who was hurrying to catch up.

“Replace all the bodyguards.”

In the distance, a few men who looked Russian seemed to be whispering something, but there was no particular reaction until the car departed.

As the car was about to leave the hotel, two ambulances passed by the window. The doctors hurriedly disembarking from the ambulances, which had stopped at the entrance, were reflected in the rearview mirror, and Eugene’s car merged onto the road.

Eugene didn’t say a word until she arrived at the new hotel. When the car stopped and the door opened, Nasiri, who had arrived at the hotel earlier upon hearing the news, bowed his head.

As Eugene got out and walked, Nasiri asked.

“Are you alright?”

Eugene glanced back at him with indifferent eyes.

“What do you mean?”

She seemed no different from usual, except perhaps more impervious than usual. Nasiri gave a slight nod.

“Never mind.”

“I’ll rest for a bit.”

“Please do.”

Eugene then followed the hotel staff waiting for her, with two newly assigned bodyguards in tow. Nasiri watched her enter the elevator and then made a phone call.

“What’s the situation?”

The person on the other end briefly reported the scene. Nasiri furrowed his brow.

“How serious is the injury?”

The person reported. Nasiri sighed.

“He won’t die then. Keep me updated.”

Nasiri ended the call and looked at the elevator Eugene had taken.

‘So, things finally blew up.’

Whether it was due to her energy or her nature, Eugene tended to provoke particularly arrogant men. However, due to her position, she hadn’t encountered any serious problems until now, but when dealing with men who disregarded her status, such incidents were bound to happen.

After finishing his thoughts, Nasiri made another call.

* * *

As soon as the elevator arrived, Hisha rushed out and asked the bodyguards stationed at the penthouse door anxiously.

“Where is Eugene?”

One of the bodyguards, pressing his ear, responded.

“Mr. Hisha Ivanov has arrived.”

Immediately, the door opened, and Hisha ran inside. The hotel room was quiet.

“Eugene!”

Eugene was sitting on a large sofa, wrapped in a fur coat, almost completely enveloped in it. Seeing Hisha burst in with a distressed look, Eugene rested her elbow on the armrest of the sofa, touched her temples, and muttered as if she had a headache.

“Nasiri…”

It was clear who had contacted Hisha. Though Hisha was the last person Eugene wanted to see at the moment, it seemed Nasiri had accurately discerned that he was exactly the person she needed.

“Eugene.”

Hisha knelt in front of the sofa, his face trembling as if he were the one who had suffered. After a long pause, unsure of what to say, he clenched his fists and, in a choked voice, spoke.

“I’m sorry I’m so young… and powerless.”

Eugene sighed.

“I don’t understand why everyone’s so obsessed with living forever. Isn’t it enough to live a clean 80 years and then be done with it? Spending all that money without regrets.”

Seeing that Eugene was pretending not to be hurt, Hisha simply hugged her.

“I’m sorry.”

That was all he could say.

“……”

After a moment of being held, Eugene broke free from his embrace, pushed him down onto the sofa, and climbed on top of him. Realizing what Eugene was trying to do, Hisha gently pushed her away.

“Eugene……”

He called her in a tone as if comforting a child, but Eugene opened the front of her fur coat, revealing her pale, n*ked body as if covered in a layer of pearl powder.

Hisha was momentarily speechless. Only then did he notice the scattered clothes beside the sofa, which Eugene had likely been wearing earlier.

“He kissed me.”

Eugene said, standing over Hisha with her knees between his legs. The fur coat slid off her arms.

“And my touched my br*asts…”

She guided his hand to her chest and then down between her legs.

“I feel dirty. Make me forget everything.”

At that moment, Hisha pulled her close, lifting her into a tight embrace, almost suffocating her with the fur coat. Eugene blinked her eyes, only able to see his ears because he was holding her so tightly.

Hisha simply held her, not saying anything more. Eugene turned her head slightly and asked.

“What are you doing?”

Hisha replied.

“What you need right now is this.”

“Why do you decide what I need?”

Eugene’s tone was genuinely incredulous.

“Because I know.”

Hisha held her just enough to avoid causing her distress, only embracing her more tightly.

“Unbelievable.”

Eugene said though she remained still in his arms. Hisha gently stroked her hair. Leaning her head on his shoulder, Eugene gave a small, wry smile.

“You’re the first to stroke my head.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Stroke me more.”

Even in this state, her tone was commanding.

As time passed, Eugene’s body gradually relaxed in his embrace. Only then did Hisha release her and look down at the sleeping Eugene. Seeing the dark shadows under her eyes and her tired face, Hisha’s eyes burned with determination.

* * *

The door opened quietly, and Hisha walked in. Someone was sleeping on the large, clean bed in the room.

“Nasiri.”

Nasiri jolted awake, looking at Hisha in surprise. His hair was disheveled. Naturally, even someone who usually maintained impeccable grooming like him had a more relaxed appearance in bed.

“How did you—”

Nasiri stammered in surprise. But Hisha interrupted, not waiting for him to finish his question.

“Tell me where Sergei Aleushin is.”

“Why do you need to know that?”

When Hisha asked for the location, he waited patiently for Nasiri to respond. Nasiri furrowed his brow, and after a moment of silence, he realized that Hisha wasn’t going to leave until he got an answer. Finally, he said.

“It’s St. Eugenio General Hospital.”

“Thank you.”

As soon as Hisha received the answer he wanted, he turned and headed towards the door. Nasiri called out to his back.

“You could have asked by phone.”

“Sorry, I didn’t have the number. Also, nice pajamas.”

At Hisha’s comment, Nasiri, whose sensitive skin only allowed him to wear silk pajamas, looked down at his attire and then suddenly remembered something. He hurriedly looked up and said.

“Don’t kill him.”

But Hisha had already disappeared.

* * *

Sergei opened his eyes. He was thirsty.

He reached for the bedside table to find a water bottle, but it was empty. He pressed the call button for the nurse, but no one came. Even after pressing it several times, there was no response.

“Damn it.”

He muttered curses under his breath. With his injured leg already causing him discomfort, he swallowed his anger and struggled to get up. Limping, he went to the small kitchen inside his hospital room to find some water.

“Sergei Aleushin.”

He was startled by the voice and turned around, but it was too late. Someone grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into the refrigerator.

Seeing Hisha, Sergei involuntarily exclaimed in surprise.

“How did you—”

He had somehow bypassed even the security systems that Luax couldn’t penetrate and entered with ease.

“Do you think you’ve been chosen?”

Hisha said in a low voice.

“There’s a way to find out if you’ve been chosen. Want to test it?”

His reddish eyes seemed to glimmer in the dim light, exuding an aura reminiscent of the demon Mephistopheles from Faust.

Sergei stared at Hisha in silence. Although he felt a momentary temptation, he knew well that Hisha wouldn’t just infect him willingly. But he wasn’t naive enough to fall for such probing words.

“Get lost.”

Sergei spat out roughly.

“Here…”

Just as he was about to shout, a rough hand covered his mouth. Sergei flinched.