The CEO's Wife Is A Demon God's Daughter

After witnessing how Cassie destroyed and broke the table into two in just one smash, no one dared to stop her from drinking another glass of beer. She finished another glass in one gulp!

"Hey, You! Why are you just standing there? Join me," Cassie urged them to sit down again, and drink up.

Afraid that Cassie would beat them up for disobedience, the four men immediately sat next to her, following her order.

"Bottoms up!" Cassie drank another glass. She continued to giggle as if there was something funny going on around them.

The four men just played along with her, laughing with her. But they were already thinking of a plan on how they would help her sober up.

The Training Team must not find out that they drank liquor. It was prohibited in the rule book unless the training team was the one who provided them the liquor, allowing them to drink and have some good times.

"What should we do now?" Clark asked Tom in a low voice. Tom just shrugged his shoulders. His task was done now. Lilith wanted Cassie to get drunk. And the rest would be up to her.

A few minutes later, someone from the training team came as he was doing a regular inspection of the sleeping quarters.

"We are doomed!" Clark mumbled as soon as they heard the knock outside the door. The four men tried their best to hide the two barrels of beer when the door slid open and Flint showed up in front of them.

"What is the meaning of this?" Flint asked everyone in his icy cold voice. He couldn't believe that the Red Team was having fun, drinking some alcoholic drinks at this hour. They were here to train, not to have a good time!

Gnashing his teeth, Flint dashed forward, confiscating the evidence. Then he glanced at an already drunk Cassie who seemed like in her fantasy world. She was staring at Flint with her dreamy eyes. She even cupped her chin using both hands, fluttering her eyes while smiling at him playfully.

"Hello, Handsome!" Cassie greeted Flint cheerfully in her drunken state.

Flint's eyebrows were drawn together, giving her a cold sharp glare. "Is this your idea again?" He asked her, feeling agitated and annoyed. Cassie kept on breaking rules. What should he do to her?

Instead of answering him, Cassie let out a soft giggle. She stood up and marched towards Flint. With eyes sparkling with delight, Cassie wrapped her arms around Flint's shoulders.

The crease on his forehead deepened because of Cassie's behavior. "Don't tell me you are drunk!" 

Flint removed her arms from his shoulders, eyeing her from top to bottom. She looked totally wasted. He wondered how much did she drink tonight? She couldn't hold her liquor!

"I'm not drunk. Just tipsy," Cassie responded with a giggle, followed by a loud burp.

She couldn't stand steadily so Flint had to hold her shoulders to steady her footing. The four men were just silently observing the two. They knew that they were in trouble so they were allowing their team leader to deal with the most strict trainer they had, Agent Ninth.

Without any more reservedness, Cassie suddenly hugged Flint, leaning her head on his chest. The four men gasped in surprise, amused by her boldness. They were scared of Flint but here she is, taking advantage of his body.

Flint was caught off guard for a moment. His body stiffened at the feel of Cassie's warm and soft body. His mind wanted to push her away but his body couldn't move. Cassie was holding him so tight.

"Hmm, I feel so sleepy. Can I sleep in your arms, Handsome?" Cassie rubbed her face on his chest, sniffling his intoxicating male scent. His smell was pleasant in her nose. She loved it.

The four men didn't know who they should pity. Was it Flint who was trapped in Cassie's arms or Was it Cassie who would face Flint's wrath once she sobered up? 'Good luck, Boss!' They thought to themselves.

"Applicant 0018. I will ask you this one time. Let go of me now, otherwise… I will throw you out of this sleeping quarter. In a count of ten… Let go of me!" Flint warned her and he started to count.

"One… "

"Two…"

"Three…"

The four men just held their breath, waiting for the things to unfold. They wondered what Cassie would do. Meanwhile, Flint wanted to struggle but for some unknown reason, he could feel Cassie's strength. He was put immobile in her embrace. 

This was the reason he gave her ten seconds to let go of him voluntarily. He would feel embarrassed once he couldn't escape from the woman's grasp in front of these four men. His countdown continued…

"Four…"

"Five…"

Instead of loosening her grip, she tightened it further and said, "I miss you."

Flint stopped counting and fell silent when he heard that. He looked down only to meet her eyes which were filled with longing. 'Did she mistake me for someone?'

The four spectators on the side could only drop their jaws. They didn't expect their team leader to be so clingy when drunk. She might be hallucinating and mistook Flint for her boyfriend. Does she have a boyfriend? The four men exchanged a puzzled look at one another.

The men hadn't recovered yet from her last statement when Cassie said another shocking word. "You are the reason why I came here… the reason why I wanted to become a member of this secret task force."

Cassie buried her face on his chest once more, not letting go of Flint's body. Flint didn't know how he would react. Even his mind was getting blown away by her words. 'Who is she referring to? Don't tell me it's Justine?!'

"I like you…" Cassie murmured once again. Despite her low voice, everyone in the room heard her words clearly. Her team members looked at Flint suspiciously. But Flint shook his head, denying it as if he could read their minds. There was no way she was referring to him. He didn't know her at all!

There was a long deafening silence after that. No one spoke up as if they were still waiting for Cassie to say another word. But she became quiet already as if she fell asleep in his arms.

"Sir, you forgot to continue your counting," Clark reminded Flint, smiling at him teasingly.

Flint's cheeks blushed in embarrassment but he tried to hide it. He cleared his throat and checked whether Cassie fell asleep or not. Her grip on his body loosened up.

"I think our team leader fell asleep," Tom said awkwardly. He felt guilty as he was the one who helped Lilith to implement this plan against Cassie.

"Get her off me!" Flint ordered them. And just when Clark was about to touch Cassie, Flint stopped him. "Never mind. Let me do it. Where is her bed?"

Flint was the one who carried Cassie in his arms. The four men immediately pointed their fingers at the corner where Cassie's bed was located. With a dark expression on his face, Flint walked towards her bed and gently put her down.

"The four of you! Get out! You have to sleep outside as punishment."

Four men: "..."

They didn't see it coming. How about their team leader? Was she exempted from this punishment?

"What are you waiting for? Didn't you hear me? I said… Get out!" His stern cold voice scared the hell out of them. The four men immediately dashed out of the sleeping quarters.

Flint just gave this punishment because he couldn't let those four men sleep inside the sleeping quarters while Cassie was drunk. Who knows Cassie would throw herself once again to either one of them. He wanted to avoid that from happening.

When the four men left, Flint observed Cassie's sleeping figure. She was even smiling in her sleep. 

"Are you that happy? How dare you break another rule? After watching your performance today, I thought I was wrong about you. But here you go once more, making another trouble," Flint said, sighing deeply. He massaged his temples. This woman was always giving him a headache.

"I will deal with you tomorrow once you sober up!" Flint mumbled before turning around to leave. He didn't want to stay there longer.

Upon leaving the Red Team's sleeping quarters, Flint bumped into Justine who had just finished visiting the other team.

"Hey, what's wrong? You look so moody again." Justine tapped his shoulder, teasing him.

Flint narrowed his eyes at Justine. He assumed that Cassie might be referring to Justine because they seemed so close to each other.

"Ten, I am warning you. Don't let your personal emotions affect your judgment, especially when dealing with our applicants. You should be fair to everyone. No favoritism. Is that clear?"

Justine just blinked his eyes in puzzlement. He didn't know what Flint was talking about.

"Of course! I am always fair to everyone! Why?"

Flint just glared at him, not giving him an answer. He turned around and walked away, not waiting for Justine.

"Eh, what's wrong with him? He is acting strangely again. Is he on his period?" Justine mused to himself before following Flint from behind.

"Sigh! I knew it. I should be the one inspecting the red team. I guess Applicant 0018 must have done something again that displeased Ninth!" Justine could only shake his head helplessly. 

"How I wish Ninth's inspiration will come back soon so that he will not be grumpy as always!"