I Hate Her

"Derkson, I have to thank you for how smoothly this operation has gone," Zhao Long said.

Otherwise, he couldn't think of any other way to make Lin Xuan and Su Hua fall apart.

This way, Su Hua would likely never return to the Shadow Organization.

"Mr. Zhao," Derkson nodded, "It's my duty. No need for thanks."

"Once everything is settled, rest assured, I’ll reward you handsomely," Zhao Long promised again.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao," Derkson replied with a smile.

The female assistant desperately wanted to speak up—to ask Zhao Long to gift Lin Xuan to her as a plaything. While Lin Xuan was asleep, she had been staring at him, growing more and more infatuated.

But seeing Zhao Long’s overwhelming aura and that cold, sinister face, she ultimately didn’t dare say a word.

Lin Xuan, hidden in the space, listened to their conversation.

Half an hour…

He committed that timeframe to memory.

Inside the medical room, Derkson and Zhao Long continued their idle chatter.

"Mr. Zhao, why are you so insistent on restoring his memories?" Derkson asked curiously.

"Because only then will Su Hua lose all hope. And when her heart is dead, she’ll come back," Zhao Long said. He had no intention of letting Derkson, an outsider who knew too much, walk away alive.

He would kill both Derkson and his assistant. So, revealing these details didn’t matter.

Derkson’s expression grew increasingly puzzled. "You’re going to kill him? Wait, I’ve heard your organization has a drug that can control people—one only the Shadow Organization can counteract. Without the antidote, the victim dies a gruesome death. Why not use it on Su Hua? Wouldn’t that be simpler?"

"No. Su Hua doesn’t fear death," Zhao Long replied.

From childhood, she had been a fearless madwoman.

That was precisely why he had taken such an interest in nurturing her.

"That drug wouldn’t work on her. If I tried, she’d choose death over submission. So, the only way is to make her willingly return."

Su Hua’s intellect and combat skills were unparalleled.

If she resumed serving the Shadow Organization, its strength would far surpass what it was now.

"Mr. Zhao, once she’s back, what role do you plan for her?" Derkson inquired.

"Of course," Zhao Long grinned, "to make her work tirelessly for the Shadow Organization again—year-round, without rest."

"Keep her as a killing machine. And when she’s too worn out, have her train new recruits. Until the day she dies."

He would squeeze every last drop of value from her.

Through this conversation, Derkson fully grasped the depths of Zhao Long’s ruthlessness.

He didn’t dare ask further.

Lin Xuan listened, his fists clenching.

He recalled Zhao Long’s earlier account of Su Hua’s past during their last meeting.

Lin Xuan’s eyes burned with fury.

He would never let Su Hua return to the Shadow Organization.

Su Hua was a living person. After enduring years of darkness, she deserved a life filled with light and warmth.

Not only would he prevent her return—he would annihilate the Shadow Organization, the source of her suffering.

Lin Xuan timed it perfectly. The moment the half-hour passed, he opened his eyes.

At first, his expression was dazed.

He stared blankly around the room, then clenched the bedsheet, his gaze icy as he recalled the "dream."

Zhao Long smiled. "Well? Did you remember anything?"

Instead of answering, Lin Xuan asked, "Was that dream real?"

"Correct," Zhao Long nodded. "Those were your lost memories. Su Hua erased them. Derkson just helped restore them."

So it was true!

Lin Xuan’s voice turned frigid. "I never imagined she tried to kill me multiple times. She even dismembered someone. She’s a cold-blooded monster."

Zhao Long nodded in satisfaction.

Perfect.

Lin Xuan now despised Su Hua.

"Lin Xuan," Zhao Long raised a brow, "those are events from the past. Given how well Su Hua treats you now, are you sure your feelings haven’t changed?"

"Treats me well?" Lin Xuan scoffed. "She’s always seen me as her plaything—locking me up on a whim, dangling affection when it suits her, toying with me when she’s bored. The day she grows tired of me, she’ll discard me. Or worse, kill me."

"As a man, how could I tolerate being controlled by a woman?"

Zhao Long burst into laughter, clapping. "Excellent! That’s the spirit."

At this moment, Lin Xuan radiated pure hatred for Su Hua.

"Lin Xuan, if you hate her so much, why did you help her against me last time?" Zhao Long pressed.

Lin Xuan tightened his fists. "You might not know this, but Night Garden holds two crystal coffins. If Su Hua dies, her people will kill me too. I had no choice but to save her."

He had learned this from Butler Wang once.

The permanently locked room hid two coffins—one for him, one for Su Hua.

When he first discovered it, he hadn’t felt fear.

If they were bound in life and death, two coffins made sense.

"Lin Xuan, do you want to break free from her?" Zhao Long asked.

"I do!" Lin Xuan answered without hesitation.

Then he laughed bitterly. "But she controls the Su Corporation. What can I possibly do?"

"It’s impossible," he muttered, shaking his head.

Zhao Long smirked. "Lin Xuan, I can help you."

Lin Xuan snapped his gaze to Zhao Long, disbelief flashing in his eyes. "You have a way?"

"Of course," Zhao Long nodded. "Follow my instructions, and you’ll live freely—with as many women as you want, doing whatever you please."

"What’s the plan?" Lin Xuan feigned eagerness.

Zhao Long’s grin widened. "Simple. Make Su Hua give up on you. I’ll handle the rest."

Once her heart was shattered, she’d abandon these foolish emotions.

Lin Xuan clenched his fists. "Fine. I’ll do as you say."

His real goal was buying time—waiting for Wang Ba’s preparations so they could crush the Shadow Organization in one strike.

That way, they’d never reclaim Su Hua.

He refused to let Zhao Long drag her back into that blood-soaked life.

Zhao Long nodded, satisfied.

"You must be hungry. Let’s eat."