Super Spender

Chapter 244 - 244: 238: Who is He? (Part 1)

“No, thank you,” the woman replied impassively. ‘What’s your plan? Are you going to call the police?”

‘What would you like to drink?” Finn Lewis repeated the question again.

“Water,” she finally answered, seeming somewhat reluctant.

“Okay,” Finn Lewis said, reaching into the fridge to retrieve two cans of Coca-Cola. He set one of them down in front of her.

She didn’t know what to say for a moment as she looked at the Coca-Cola can placed in front of her. When Finn Lewis had opened the fridge, she had clearly seen bottled water.

“Don’t worry,” Finn Lewis said with a grin. “This Coca-Cola is unopened. I won’t waste my time tampering with my own drinks.” He then opened his can and took a sip while watching her silently.

Seemingly understanding what Finn Lewis was getting at, she gave a bitter smile, opened the can, and took a sip. After she had finished drinking, Finn Lewis nodded approvingly, saying, “That’s more like it. Girls shouldn’t be playing with guns. You should be more ladylike. Do you understand what it means to be a lady?”

Once he finished speaking, Finn Lewis turned back to the T-1000, ordering,

“Give her gun back to her.”

Without any hesitation, the T-1000 took the woman’s handgun and placed it on the coffee table in front of her. She looked shocked, completely unsure of what Finn Lewis was planning.

“Can you tell me your name now?” Finn Lewis asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Butterfly. You can call me Butterfly,” the woman said after a moment’s hesitation.

Finn Lewis nodded nonchalantly, responding, “Alright then, Butterfly. Could you tell me why you’re here?”

“Don’t you already know? I’m just a thief,” Butterfly replied with a bitter smile.

“Do you think I believe that?” Finn Lewis raise an eyebrow. If his neighbor was robbed by a common thief, that would be one thing. But the woman before him was far too professional to be just a thief. Not to mention, he had already examined her backpack. It was filled with a bunch of miscellaneous items, a lot of which were gadgets like a portable recorder, and a camera. If he were to include these into the loot, stealing this stuff wasn’t worth it for her.

“That’s the truth. There’s nothing you can do about it if you don’t want to believe me. There was nothing in that house. The owner probably hasn’t moved in yet. I wish I had Imown that before. I would’ve robbed your house instead,” Butterfly said with a sense of resignation.

“Okay, if you insist on saying that, there’s nothing I can do,” Finn Lewis shrugged and turned to the T-1000. “Since she refuses to confess, it’s useless. Get rid of her and check the surroundings to see if anyone has been secretly filming us here.”

“Sir, there is no abnormality around. We have checked and those who could possibly see our building have been watched. The surveillance cameras have also been dealt with. There won’t be any traces on the surveillance video inside this building”, the T-1000 immediately responded.

“Alright, I understand. I’ll go to bed then. Take care of her, make sure her body isn’t found by any police. It seems like she isn’t from Flame Nation either, killing her won’t cause anyone to raise an alarm,” Finn Lewis said, stood up and start walking upstairs.

If Butterfly initially thought Finn Lewis was just frightening her, as he nonchalantly walked upstairs towards his room, she felt an ominous fear creeping up. The bodyguard, who was supposed to protect her, walked over and pulled out a silenced pistol from his belt, pointed it directly at her head.

“Don’t mess up my house,” Finn Lewis added without turning back as he reached the top of the stairs.

“Number 2,” the T-1000 holding the gun called out as Butterfly watched another bodyguard enter the room from the first floor. He was holding a syringe filled with pale green liquid. Whether it was poison or something else, no one knew.

“Wait! Mr. Lewis, I’ll talk!” As the second bodyguard neared the sofa, Olivia Thatcher couldn’t hold back any longer and shouted out, seeing Finn Lewis’s figure disappearing upstairs.

“Oh, you’re finally willing to talk? You know my name, seems like I guessed right that you came for me?” Finn Lewis turned around, his hands resting on the railing of the staircase, as he spoke to the figure below.

“Mr. Lewis, I was hired to investigate the details related to you and Miss Kay Lee, looking for evidence that you are financially supporting Miss Lee,” Olivia Thatcher said without hesitation.

Finn Lewis raised an eyebrow. Aside from Yves King whose arm he had broken earlier in the evening, Finn Lewis didn’t have many enemies. The only person who could be considered an enemy and was related to Kay Lee was most likely Bryski Miller.

“You’re investigating evidence of Kay Lee being financially supported by me, so why are you in the villa next to mine? Don’t tell me you walked into the wrong room.” It wasn’t hard to research where Finn lived, especially for someone like Bryski Miller, so her likelihood of walking into the wrong room was minimal.

“Mr. Lewis, don’t you know that the house next to yours is owned by Kay Lee?” Olivia Thatcher asked, looking at Finn somewhat incredulously.

“You’re saying that the house next door is owned by Kay Lee?” Finn repeated, though as a rhetorical question. His surprise did not seem feigned, which suggested he truly didn’t know. Since Olivia had come to investigate, she must have researched both Finn and Kay’s background thoroughly.

“Yes, that house next door is owned by Kay Lee. The house is taken care of regularly, but she barely seems to live there,” Olivia Thatcher confirmed with a nod before continuing, “I didn’t find any useful information inside.”

What the hell! Olivia Thatcher might not know what was going on, but Finn Lewis did – this must have all been arranged by Zero, hadn’t it? It was no coincidence, the guy had directly recommended this neighborhood when Finn had moved. As it appears, Zero really knew how to create opportunities for Finn! Unfortunately, Kay Lee hadn’t lived here for the entire time Finn had been here.

Despite the huge trouble Kay had encountered, she didn’t sell this house.

Clearly, this house must hold some emotional significance to her. However, none of this information was provided by Zero! Damn! Finn Lewis mentally cursed him.

“Very well,” Finn Lewis nodded, “You’re honest. Let her leave. Also, have we found her contact details, Number One?”

“Yes, sir, we have the results from Olivia. Her codename is ‘Butterfly,’ real name Harriet Park. Her father is of mixed Southland Country and French descent, and her mother is from Flame Nation. They’re part of a group quite renowned in the world of commercial espionage, comprising seven people in total, with six field operatives, and one communications officer codenamed ‘Golden Blade,’ known for never missing his mark. Currently, including her, they have brought three people to Flame Nation, with codenames ‘White Rose’ and ‘Lola,’ real names Claire Lee and Lola Collins respectively. All three are from Asia and are women. I have detailed information here, including their current hideouts,” Number One reported calmly and quickly.

As Number One spoke, fear spread across Olivia Thatcher’s face. By the time he finished, she was practically sinking into the sofa. The more their identities were revealed, the more their survival space decreased. Like many commercial spies, they were also wanted by Interpol. If Finn Lewis informed Interpol of this information, they would likely spend the rest of their lives in prison.

In addition, they had offended many influential figures. These people didn’t need to know their whereabouts, but if they did, even if they were in the most secure federal prison of the North Federation, the only certainty would be their meeting with God.

How much time had passed since Finn had caught her and brought her into this room? Olivia Thatcher hadn’t even seen Finn ask anyone to investigate her. Yet, in such a short span, not only did Finn know her identity, he knew everything about their team, members, contacts, and more. Furthermore, Finn’s bodyguard was heavily armed.

Olivia felt a chill rising from her heart. Who had she crossed?

“You heard that?” Finn Lewis asked Olivia Thatcher.

“I… heard it.” Olivia Thatcher’s voice was hesitant. She had been in this line of work for a considerable time and faced numerous dangers, but this was the first time she had felt such fear.

“Good, give me your contact information.” Finn Lewis’s tone was assertive rather than interrogative.

After a moment’s pause, Olivia rapidly listed out several contact methods. Finn listened quietly, then turned to Number One without further comment.

Number One nodded approvingly, “Sir, that’s correct. It matches their existing contact details. Additionally, we also know their emergency contact protocol.”

“That’s okay, no need to reveal that. Let them keep some secrets. Let her leave. Oh, and leave them my phone number. I believe if there are any nefarious plots against me, they will notify me,” Finn Lewis said nonchalantly before heading to his room..