After what she said, Mr. Black gave Evan a glimpse. She kept smiling.

Avery bit her teeth to struggle. But she made a compromise at last.

Their arms were crossed. Mr. Black stared at Avery with hot looks. It was full of temptation.

She grabbed Avery's hand, not planning to give her any chance of hesitation. She used force in secret to push the red wine near her mouth, forcing her to drink it.

Avery spilled some skillfully with an alert, but she still drank some.

"How adorable are you, honey. You spill some red wine. I want to lick clean for you."

Avery was speechless and felt so gross that she had goosebumps.

"Can I make toast for you?"

The second Avery finished asking, and the glass hit Mr. Black's. The glass tilted, and the red wine was spilled.

"Ugh!"

Avery shouted and shook her hand. All the red wine in the glass fell on Mr. Black's leg.

Mr. Black had no time to dodge. Her dress was wet.

Avery hurried to pick up the napkin, "Mrs. Black, I'll wipe it for you."

Then she wiped the red wine from Mr. Black's dress. Evan, who approached them, clenched his fist and released them. He held Avery's hand, "Enough is enough!"

Avery sneered, "Mr. Lautner, do you know each other well?"

For some reason, seeing how unhappy Evan was, Avery said nicely, "I'm just trying to help her wipe off the stain."

Evan pushed her hand away, not letting her touch Mr. Black.

Mr. Black saw the red wine stain on her dress and pouted, "Sweetie, this is an expensive dress. Now you have to give your heart to me."

"The hotel must have a blow dryer. I'll help you?"

"I never wear dirty clothes, "Then she gave her man a look, "go and get me a new dress."

Mr. Black felt uncomfortable because her wet dress stuck to her thigh. And she kept frowning. She got up and held Avery's hands, "Come with me to the dressing room to get changed."

Evan made a decision and kicked his leg when Mr. Black walked by.

Mr. Black jumped with ease and dodged it with agility. She turned around to make faces at Evan, "Do you wanna come too?"

Her giggle was in the air. And everyone could not take the sound out of their minds. It was like siren's singing.

There were no others in the dressing room. After Mr. Black took Avery in, she asked, "You spilled the red wine on me on purpose?"

"Yes."

Avery admitted without guilt.

Mr. Black turned around at Avery. She was not as sweet as before. Her look was changed into pride, "What for? Do you want to kill me?"

Avery smiled, "With your skills, how can I possibly kill you?"

Mr. Black smiled back, "What's the best about you is not your fighting skills but your charisma. Do you know when you're the most beautiful?"

"I absolutely have no intention to know."

"Yes, it's your attitude that you don't give a damn about anything. It's fucking hot!"

Avery was speechless.

Mr. Black smiled so sweetly and beautifully. She approached Avery and forced her on the wall. Then she put her hands on the wall, "Hey, can you turn gay for me seeing that I'm gorgeous?"

Avery was not herself hearing "turn gay". Her stomach was full of butterflies, and she wanted to throw up.

Avery had to hold back the feeling and lifted up her chin. She suddenly reached in from Mr. Black's collar and grabbed her breasts.

"What do you think?"

Mr. Black was speechless.

Avery smiled like she was gloating, "How do you have such soft breasts?"

Mr. Black lowered her head to see Avery's hands underneath her collar. Her eyes were wide open. She didn't know how to react for a second.

The reason was no one dared to do this to her!

Avery squeezed them, "They are so soft. I love the feeling. They're like real ones."

"You...!?"

Mr. Black, who was always taking the initiative, was speechless. After a while, she said, "How do you know?"

And her voice turned back to a male's one.

Learning how to change voice was a sophisticated technique. Mr. Black learned it and could sound like a woman. No one recognized it up till now except Avery...

Avery withdrew her hands from Mr. Black's fake boobs. She pointed at her red ribbon. It covered her throat, "It's a lucky guess."

Avery did guess, at first. But she closely observed the ribbon on the neck. When Mr. Black talked, there was a little bulge, unlike how women wearing ribbons looked like.

But without close observation, one might not see it.

"Do you really want to know?" Avery smiled, "Your ribbon gives you away. So I spilled red wine on you because I want to touch you to confirm my thoughts."

But George Lautner stopped this.

Mr. Black pressed the lips. He was really upset that Avery identified the gender.

Avery sneered, "Are you a terrorist?"

"You're very smart. Why don���t you guess again?"

Avery slowly said her theory with light shining in her eye, "I have two theories. One, you're not a terrorist. Terrorists will not disguise their genders. They are more concerned if they achieve their goals. That is why most terrorists act crazily. The second theory is that you're not a terrorist. I can from the way you dress. For example, your dress is the latest and custom made version. It is the only one in the world. And your ribbon is the price of a luxury car. Your skins are smooth and fair. So you use expensive skincare products. You treasure your life. But terrorists are desperate outlaws. They only care if what they dress is convenient."

Mr. Black looked at Avery and stuck his tongue tip at the palate.

Avery was a damn, impressive woman.

Avery crossed the bowknot on Mr. Black's ribbon, "Your bowknot is loose. Do you want me to tie it?"

"Okay, Mr. Black squeezed Avery's jaw, "I'm more and more interested in you."

Avery smiled, "I'm not interested in transgender people."

"I can remove my disguise to go with you."

Avery ignored him and asked, "The only thing I can't figure out is your purpose. Why do you let people think you're a terrorist? Why do you put yourself in danger?"

Unless Mr. Black had so much confidence that was beyond imagination, he would not risk it.

But who knew? He had terrific fighting skills. Even if the real terrorists were here, they might not do anything to him!

Was it...

Avery looked at Mr. Black, and the answer was about to come out. There was knocking on the door at the improper time...