Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 311: Chapter 311: Those Malicious Eyes Sized Her Up

Ji Wei stood in the corner, her back pressed against the elevator wall. Though she was already in disguise and wearing a mask, she knew Miyata would have no way of recognizing her. Yet, sharing such a confined space with a man who could kill without hesitation left her palms sweating with tension.

Finally, with a soft ding, the elevator doors opened.

Ji Wei acted as though she was too nervous to move.

Miyata glanced at her briefly, then strode out of the elevator with an air of arrogance.

Only after confirming that Miyata was no longer paying attention to her did Ji Wei hastily follow him out.

She saw Miyata get into a car parked at the hotel’s entrance and quickly followed suit.

The taxi sped through Tokyo’s streets, trailing the black sedan ahead. Ji Wei removed her cleaner’s uniform as soon as she got into the car and took off her mask. She let her hair fall loosely over her shoulders and applied a thick coat of smoky makeup to obscure her appearance as much as possible.

Staring at herself in the mirror, Ji Wei almost didn’t recognize the person that looked back—someone entirely different from her usual self.

Luckily, she had earlier asked Nami for some makeup supplies, which had now proved useful.

ahead came to an abrupt

of coins Nami had given her

into a nearby alley. This area was far removed from Ginza’s bustling commotion, its quietness accentuated only by the dim streetlights

Miyata’s footsteps, watching

he doing

puzzled. After hesitating for a

curtain, a tall man blocked her

Ji Wei looked up to see that this man was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed

in English, Ji Wei said, "I’m with Mr. Miyata who

blonde man clearly knew Miyata Ichiro. He scrutinized Ji Wei from head to toe, noting her nightclub-esque appearance. Considering Miyata’s notorious fondness for women and his occasional habit of bringing them along, the

quickly

tavern, dimly lit and suggestively intimate. Scattered patrons sat at small tables

the room, but Miyata Ichiro was nowhere

was only so big; how could Miyata

suits entering one after another. However, instead of heading toward the tables,