Chapter 2349: Chapter 2189: I Think We Can Work Together "Ah!" Instinct. She explored herself a bit and found no traces of violation, which made her breathe a sigh of relief, though it wasn’t a big deal, being muddleheaded and then that. Always felt a bit strange. Fortunately. She was overthinking it! Suddenly. "Click!" The sound of the door opening came from the entrance, and then a woman walked in. The moment Gitti saw her, a peculiar feeling emerged. ---Superior. Yes. At this moment, she instinctively felt she had joined the other side, needing to obey arrangements, follow rules, and keep secrets, with nothing amiss. "Awake?" A faint voice from the other side. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦 "Yes." Gitti got up, standing on the carpet. "Hmm." "Change your clothes first." The other pointed at the wardrobe, "Pick for yourself, you have ten minutes, there are cosmetics in the toilet, get ready and go to the first floor." "Yes." Gitti quickly responded. Soon after. The other person left, Gitti exhaled a breath of relief, knowing time was pressing, hurriedly dashed into the bathroom, washed quickly, and picked a set from the wardrobe. In the past. Just this step alone took an hour, was out of the question, but after this period of communal living, going barefaced every day wearing a prison uniform. It changed her greatly. Also. The prison district bathed daily, wasn’t dirty, just a rinse. Then. She did a light makeup in two minutes, not knowing if ten minutes had passed without a watch, she could only speed up. Opened the door. Went downstairs. Saw no one along the way. "Click! Click!" Rushed to the first floor, saw the woman on the distant sofa, Gitti picked up her pace again, almost twisted her ankle in the high heels she hadn’t worn for a long time. "Very good." "Made it thirty seconds early." The woman pointed across. "Sit." "Yes." Gitti immediately sat down. Subsequently. A cup of coffee was served, with familiar aroma wafting, hadn’t drunk in a long time, but she held back, dared not be too casual before this terrifying presence. Even if the opposite was a woman. "Drink." "Yes." "Today you’re let out, the task isn’t difficult, go meet an acquaintance, what to say, will tell you later, first give you a basic background." "Previously." "When you were caught, we left something interesting at your base, Old Ford followed the clues and discovered a shocking fact." "You." "Gitti." "Are Ling, the current backer behind Myanmar’s President, everything in Myanmar now starts with you, headed by you." "..." After hearing the ’background’ introduction. Instantly. Gitti was completely stunned. What? Ling? Backer? Damn! What is all this, what purpose does this power have, creating such a colossal plot, packaging her as the empress over here. God! Too dramatic! However. Thinking of her mother, Gitti’s beautiful eyes narrowed, fine, very fine, interested in deceiving that person, too interesting. "Currently." "Your task is simple, as an indistinct existence, help resolve some potential threats, stir the water between European and American consortiums." "Fight for our interests." "..." "In return." "You gain the right to live outside, just can’t run around, limited to certain specific areas, any questions on this?" "Yes." Gitti immediately said. "Speak." "I want to know, do you ultimately plan to deal with the consortium?" "Yes." So straightforward. Then. A sudden trace of hope rose in Gitti’s heart, "That family... I wish... for certain people to pay the price." Originally thought the other party would hesitate. After all. It’s a major issue. Unexpectedly. The other side responded immediately, "Possible, one day in the future, you can control that family, continue to work for us, any more questions?" "None." Gitti said happily. Now. At least there’s hope, regarding whether the organization will burn bridges after crossing, she believes it definitely won’t, it’s a kind of innate trust. Even if the world betrays her, the organization won’t, this trust is almost rooted in her soul, but it doesn’t affect her thinking on other matters. For example. Enjoying this... the pleasure of playing intrigue. ... The next day. Morning. "Thank you, doctor!" "You’re welcome." "..." Escorted Father to the largest special care ward, the elderly thanked the doctor providing treatment, and prior to coming, he directly authorized a payment of ten million dollars to him. A hundred thousand. Too little. Can’t afford the disgrace. Of course. Not that he’s really foolish, but with another purpose, after the doctor administered the drugs, they went to stay at a nearby hotel. The center has beds, but mostly hospital beds, why would they stay, they directly booked a top-floor suite, and gazed at the distant city through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. "Impressive." The elderly sighed. Five years. To build this place like this. Honestly. Truly incredible, those world-changing technologies, once thought to be Myanmar’s, now it seems, it is indeed our Westerners’ wisdom. Everything. Is so unbelievable, like one aspect that greatly impresses the elderly, which is this place’s level of management, almost unanimous from top to bottom. Infiltration. Bribery. Promises. All had no effect, not only did CIA intelligence officers fail on all fronts here, but the forces these consortiums raised also met repeated defeats. Tough. Weird. Powerful. ... Subordinates’ evaluations of this place are very high, often not knowing where they went wrong, but revealing flaws, escorted out, and placed on the blacklist. Recently. This centripetal force seems to be getting stronger. Suddenly. His mobile phone rang, it was a private number, known only to friends, seeing an unfamiliar number, the elder had a smile on his face. Ten minutes later. Living room. A captivating woman sat in front of the elder, with a familiar face, seen before, but that was five or six years ago, Gitti’s changes were quite significant. Beautiful. Elegant. At the same time. Also exuding a towering confidence. Ha! In mere years, such changes! The elder couldn’t help but contemplate, he personally visiting here also held an intention to see Gitti with his own eyes. Ten million dollars. Considered a meeting fee, otherwise, he didn’t have the habit of throwing away money, as for seeking someone to contact Gitti... well, finding her would be good. Currently. It’s estimated that only high-level Myanmar officials might know of Gitti’s existence, his own identity didn’t suit blatantly asking around. Now it seems. The other party understood the implication. "How have these years been?" The elder smiled. "Very well." "Have enough to eat and wear." Gitti’s calm tone appeared composed, after a day’s adaptation, her aura was also vastly different from before. Quite queenly. At this moment. The words transmitted to the elder’s ears, simple to the point of plainness, also carried extraordinary power, making it seem like: Gitti lived in luxury, as always. "I think we can cooperate." The elder went straight to the point.