The Water Is Too Deep

"It is safe now, Ms. Sabina."

In the villa, the moment Frazer fell to the ground, Sabrina, who was wearing a lace dress, collapsed into Roan's arms.

Rowan subconsciously reached out to catch Sabrina. Seeing that Sabrina's hands were still tied behind her back, he hurriedly took out another pen from his pocket and broke it. At the same time, he lowered his head and asked with a serious expression, "Ms. Sabrina, are you hurt?"

"No, I'm okay."

Sabrina shook her head and raised her head to look at Roan's face. After her hands were untied, she immediately touched Roan's face and asked with a dazed look,

"What about you, Mr. Agent? Are you injured?"

"..."

Roan's expression was a little stiff.

However, thinking of the men and women who had served Sabrina in the club, Roan understood that this was Sabrina's style.

None of the people who had served Sabrina were ugly. 

In addition, Sabrina had been staring at him when Roan entered the room, which made Frazer a little jealous… Sabrina had restrained herself from touching Roan's face.

"FBI!"

As soon as Roan removed Sabrina's hand from her face, Lacey, who was holding a Glock 19, ran up the stairs and rushed into the bedroom. She realized that the murderer was already lying on the ground with his back facing her. Roan was squatting on the ground while supporting Sabrina.

"Phew!"

Seeing that Roan was unharmed, Lacey put away her gun and heaved a long sigh of relief. Then, she slapped Roan's shoulder and cursed, "F*ck You! Roan Greenwood! Why are you so bold? How dare you face a murderer wearing only a bulletproof vest?! Do you want to die? Bulletproof vests can only protect your body, not your brain!"

"I'm fine, aren't I?"

Roan stood up from the ground and carried Sabrina in his arms. He turned around and walked out of the bedroom, smiling.

"Believe me, I value my life."

"Bullsh*t! Do you think I'll believe you?"

Upon hearing Roan's words, Lacey gave him the middle finger. However, she carefully scanned Roan's body and asked with a frown, "Roan, where did you hide your gun? Why don't I see it?"

"Hide my gun?"

Roan turned around with a puzzled expression. He did not understand what Lacey meant, or rather, he was a little suspicious if what Lacey meant was what he thought it was.

Sabrina, who was in his arms, reacted and replied with an unnatural red face,

"Agent Roan didn't use a gun. He only used a pen to kill the criminal who kidnapped me."

"What?!"

Lacey gasped. She had been too busy climbing over the wall to enter the villa, so she had not seen the scene of Roan killing the man.

After hearing Sabrina's words, Lacey hurriedly turned around and turned the corpse over. Only then did she see the small end of the pen in the middle of the corpse's forehead.

The air in the bedroom fell silent. After a long while, Lacey's oice rang out. "Holy sh*t!"

As soon as Roan walked out of the villa with Sabrina in his arms, a female reporter ran over quickly and put the microphone to Roan's mouth. Her eyes were filled with stars as she asked excitedly, "May I know your name? How did you kill the criminal with a pen? Was this a new lesson taught to FBI agents? Also, do you have a girlfriend?"

Roan was speechless.

Lowering his head and seeing Sabrina's interested expression, Roan took a deep breath and grinned, revealing his standard eight teeth. He smiled at the camera and turned to Linette.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Reporter. I still have work to do. Forgive me for not being able to answer. If you have any questions, you can go back to our superior's press conference. She will answer all your questions for you. Thank you."

With that, Roan led Sabrina to Darren's position and ignored the female reporter's question.

Seeing Roan's behavior, the cameraman pursed his lips in displeasure.

"What an arrogant man."

"No, this is not arrogance!"

Linette interrupted the cameraman's comment and stared at Roan's handsome back without blinking.

"He didn't say anything in the face of an interview. He's a man with a high EQ."

The cameraman was speechless.

'Is it appropriate for a reporter like you to say this?'

"Oh my god!"

Seeing the two of them, Darren, who had been waiting anxiously, immediately rushed up and hugged Sabrina. His face was red and his eyes were filled with tears.

"Sabrina, my dear, are you okay? Are you hurt? Did the criminal hurt you? Damn it, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have gone on a business trip yesterday! It's all my fault, I'm sorry..."

Sabrina's eyes reddened as she looked at her husband who refused to let go of her. She hugged his neck and said,

"I'm fine, Darren. I'm fine. I didn't get hurt. Sorry for making you worry…"

Looking at Sabrina, who was crying on the spot, Roan was expressionless. He sighed in his heart that women were really born actors.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave the place to the couple, Sabrina suddenly reached out and hooked her arm around Roan's.

Roan turned around in confusion and saw Sabrina, who was hugging Darren's neck and not letting go. Tears were flowing down her eyes. She made a phone gesture with one hand and mouthed to him silently. "Call me."

"..."

Roan turned around and left without a word.

This woman's status was too high. He was still young, so he should not get involved in this muddy water. The water was too deep, and he could not control it. He was afraid of drowning.

...

At the cocktail party, when Bronson saw Roan's handsome face in front of the reporters, indicating that they should ask his superior for any questions, his face turned red and white. The knuckles of his hand that was holding the wine glass turned white.

Matthew was at a loss when he saw this scene. His hand holding the wine glass began to tremble unconsciously.

"Bronson."

The bald-headed old man, Marte, who was wearing a suit and had a serious expression, watched the scene on the television. He narrowed his eyes and took a sip of wine. He walked over and asked, "What is the name of this agent? Do you have his contact information?"

"... His name is Roan Greenwood. I have his contact information."

Even though Bronson wished he could kill the Roan on television, he still gritted his teeth and tried to calm his voice down when he heard Senator Marte's question.

"I'll send the relevant information and contact details to your assistant tomorrow."

"Ok."

Senator Marte nodded in satisfaction and drank the alcohol in his glass. He then stuffed the empty glass into Matthew's hands. Without looking at Matthew's face, he turned around and left the party with his men.

"....."

Matthew's mouth was dry as he looked at the wine glass in his hand and Senator Marte's departing figure. After a long silence, he walked to Bronson's side and asked in a low voice,

"Sir, I…"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bronson turned around and looked at Matthew with a gaze that seemed to be ready to devour him.

"Get out!"

"... Yes, Sir."