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Chapter 717 Curaçao: Either Rum's gone mad, or I've gone mad...

Curaçao dialed Rum's number, and the call was answered instantly...

"Finally, they answered the phone?"

Rum spoke first, addressing Curaçao.

His opening remarks were laced with deep dissatisfaction...

"Um,"

Curaçao calmed herself down and spoke calmly into the phone.

Of course, she couldn't possibly tell Rum that she hadn't answered the phone because she was busy playing mahjong...

"Sorry, Rum, I was busy and couldn't answer the phone..."

"never mind,"

Rum was annoyed that Curaçao hadn't answered the phone for a long time, and he wasn't too happy with how Curaçao addressed him.

This Curaçao, although I can completely dominate her, she doesn't understand the art of flattery at all...

Unlike Bourbon, who, knowing his own thoughts, directly addressed himself as 'sir'...

However, Rum still possessed the demeanor of someone in a position of authority.

However, he did not vent his dissatisfaction in much detail.

Instead, he immediately changed the subject and asked Curaçao a question.

"I heard from Bourbon that you went with Tequila's car?"

"Yes,"

Curaçao nodded; she had nothing to hide about this.

"I knew Tequila before, so I got into his car......................."

At this point, Curaçao felt that this might cause Rum to misunderstand, so she quickly added,

"Actually, I was originally planning to ride in Bourbon's car."

"However, Tequila took a firm stance, and Bourbon immediately backed down, so..."

"Well, I see."

Rum nodded, seemingly unconcerned.

"This matter is not important."

As it turned out, Curaçao was overthinking it; Rum really didn't care much about such trivial matters.

Even though Curaçao seemed to be choosing sides, opting for Tequila's side instead of his own Bourbon, Rum wouldn't suspect Curaçao because of this...

I have the instruction manual for controlling Curaçao. As long as Curaçao is alive, she can't escape my grasp.

Once that's confirmed, how could Rum possibly doubt her over something as trivial as Curaçao's choice of car?

"so,"

After Rum corroborated Bourbon's statement, the topic returned to...

"You spent the whole afternoon with tequila?"

"Well, actually, it's not entirely..."

Upon hearing Rum's words, Curaçao immediately thought of her own day spent immersed in mahjong...

She couldn't help but twitch her lips, and said somewhat awkwardly,

"Besides tequila, there's Chianti and Cherry. We've been spending the whole day..."

Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed that he had been hiding the fact that he had been playing mahjong all day and had forgotten to answer his boss's call, Curaçao decided to confess after all that had been said.

Unexpectedly, Rum interrupted her at this moment...

"Hmm, that's thoughtful of you........................."

Rum seemed quite pleased with what Curaçao had said.

He gave a satisfied "hmm," nodded, and spoke to Curaçao in a reassuring tone.

"I just landed and haven't even had a chance to rest before I've already started taking care of these things."

"Curaçao, I knew I hadn't misjudged you..."

"Ah?"

Curaçao listened to Rum's words, somewhat bewildered and confused.......................

Rum... now he knows he spent the whole day playing mahjong?

What he said was...................

Irony?

It can't be that I'm actually encouraging myself to play mahjong, that's too abstract.

If it's meant ironically, then it does indeed fit Rum's personality quite well.

So, I should confess immediately, apologize to him, and try to get his forgiveness and leniency...

"Rum, I'm sorry,"

Curaçao spoke again, her voice low and apologetic as she addressed Rum.

"I'm here today............................."

"Hey, don't say things like that,"

Rum had no intention of listening to Curaçao finish speaking and interrupted her directly.

“You’ve been working for me for a while now. Although you’ve had contact with Tequila, Gin, Vermouth, and others, you’re still not familiar with the people in the Tokyo branch.”

"You've already done quite well to spend a day with them, withstand their tests, and return safely..."

"Now it seems you've even managed to get a bit closer to them, which is even more remarkable..."

"So, you don't need to blame yourself at all. Just do what you're supposed to do..."

"My next task will require your continued efforts..."

Rum went on and on, his tone full of praise and encouragement for Curaçao.

Curaçao was completely dumbfounded.

No, what happened?

Did I travel through time in a plane? This is indeed Japan, indeed Tokyo, and indeed there are people from the organization here, but it's no longer a different world?

Otherwise, how do you explain Rum's behavior now, which is completely different from before...?

No matter how Curaçao listened to these words, she felt that he did not blame her or mean any harm to her.

On the contrary, it's more like praising oneself for completing a good task...

This is outrageous! This is outrageous! There are definitely people in this world who have gone mad...

Either he messed up himself, or Rum messed up...................