The owner of Aroma Exchange was none other than Zachary, a ruthless figure ranked ninth on the Underworld Index. However, he usually left the daily management to his personal favorite, Ruth.
When Luna and Leslie arrived, the entire restaurant fell silent. All eyes turned their way, filled with awe and wild admiration.
Someone gasped, “Oh my, it’s Ms. Phelan! She’s so unreal… so stunning!”
“You’re insane for crushing on her. Do you have a death wish?”
Another chimed in, “Get real. She’s not just a military commander. She’s a young general with once-in-a-generation martial talent. Everything about her is perfect. You’re just being delusional.”
The person sighed. “If Luna looked at me just once, I’d gladly give up 20 years of my life.”
Luna ignored her admirers’ gaze and the excited whispers around her. Her expression remained as cold as ice, and she headed straight upstairs with Leslie.
Wearing a bright red dress, Ruth hurried over to greet them, “General, you’re here!”
Luna did not even look at her. She just gave an indifferent acknowledgement and said, “Get Zachary out here.”
Ruth looked apologetic. “General, I’m sorry but Zac just stepped out!”
Luna’s expression remained blank. “Lying to my face isn’t wise. I’ll ask one more time. Get Zachary out here, or I’ll just tear this place down myself.”
Ruth flinched, her face going pale. Without another word, she turned and ran off to get him.
Moments later, Zachary showed up, his face clearly tense. He asked, “Ms. Phelan, what brings you here?”
Luna was already seated. Her long legs, wrapped in tall leather boots, kicked up on the coffee table, commanding the space with intimidating ease.
Leslie remained standing behind her, always ready to serve.
“Sit down. I have a few questions for you.”
Her tone left no room for argument.
Zachary’s expression hardened. If it had been anyone else, he would have smacked them across the room by now. However, Luna was not just anyone. He knew better than to test her, so he sat down obediently.
Luna looked him dead in the eyes. “Tell me everything you know about Andrew.”
Zachary narrowed his eyes, but he quickly shook his head. “Sorry. I barely know the guy. I’ve got nothing to tell you.”
Luna smirked. “Do you think I came here without doing my homework? Zachary, you’re a real man; you’ve served in the military before. So I’m giving you a bit of respect and talking this through nicely. But if you don’t appreciate that, I have no problem breaking both legs before we continue this chat.”
Zachary let out a low snort. “I do know Andrew, but if you think you’re getting information out of me, think again.”
Luna smiled faintly. “So, you’re not afraid to die?”
Zachary answered firmly. “Of course, I’m afraid. But there are people and things that matter more to me than my life.”
Luna asked, “Like Andrew?”
Zachary nodded without hesitation. “Exactly. I won’t say a single word about him. Even if you kill me, I guarantee you’ll get nothing from me.”
Luna did not respond right away. She simply raised her gloved hand.
Immediately, Leslie stepped forward. Then, she grabbed Ruth by the hair despite her screams and dragged her over. With a sharp click, she pulled a pistol from her waistband and pressed it straight to Ruth’s forehead.
Zachary’s face twisted with rage. “Ms. Phelan, what the hell are you doing?”
Luna remained expressionless. “You have two options. Talk, or watch your woman’s brains paint the floor.”
Zachary’s fury flared, but he did not explode. He knew full well that Luna could kill him in a second.
Ruth was shaking, tears streaming down her face as she begged, “Zac… please… save me… Help me!”
Zachary clenched his jaw, his heart torn, before finally turning his head away. “Luna, do it then. But I’ll remember this. Either kill me now, or you can wait for my revenge!”