My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Chapter 72

“Really? That’s great. Let me tell you, Lucille. This is no ordinary mission. You have to be the one to do

it!” Benjamin exclaimed.

He eloquently continued, “Over the past two days, three more mercenaries have returned. One of them

was seriously injured and ended up getting taken off the list. The task is too difficult, so the commission

has doubled. Last time, it was 50 million. Now, it’s a hundred million.”

“I see.” Lucille listened and asked calmly. “What’s the target?”

“The target is a bone whistle. It is said to be an unparalleled treasure. It was found in an ancient tomb

many years ago and is very valuable. Then, all kinds of things happened and the bone whistle fell into

the hands of a rich businessman overseas. The businessman guards the bone whistle heavily, and no

one knew where he’s hidden it,” Benjamin explained.

He went on to say, “For this mission, it’s mandatory that you avoid getting into any kind of conflict with

that businessman. You have to steal the bone whistle discreetly and send it back to the museum for the

task to be completed. Therefore, it’s very difficult. Benjamin paused and asked, “Lucille, are you sure

you want to take it

on?”

“Yes.”

Lucille’s reply was quick and decisive.

Benjamin suddenly laughed, and his eyes narrowed, looking rather fox-like. “In that case, I’ll do the task

with you this time.”

“Okay. Send me the address and information about the rich businessman. That’s it for now. I’m hanging Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

up.” she said.

When Lucille was about to hang up the phone, Benjamin suddenly shifted from his usual casual tone.

in a deep, emotional voice, he stated, “Lucille, I’ve been your partner so many times, but I’ve always

been Working behind the scenes. I’m really… looking forward to working side by side with you this

time.”

Lucille flashed a fake smile and gave him a cold reality check. “Don’t bother looking forward to it. Just

don’t drag me down.”

Benjamin choked before laughing so hard that his chest trembled.

Sure enough, Lone Shadow was still the same as ever. She was still a confident, arrogant, and sharp

girl.

In the backyard, Lucille turned around with her phone in her hand. When she saw the tall and slender

figure not far away, her heart skipped a beat.

“When did you get here, Mr. Joseph?”

Joseph raised an eyebrow and asked, “What’s wrong? Am I not welcome?”

Lucille lowered her eyes. There was not much emotion on her face, but there was a wave of shock in

her heart. Considering her insight and judgment, she would usually be able to notice if someone was

behind her right away. However, she hadn’t noticed Joseph showing up at all.

He was even more unfathomable than she had imagined.

She was grateful that she wasn’t the type to put her phone on speaker when calling people. He

probably wasn’t able to hear their conversation from that distance away.

Lucille composed herself and asked, “Is something the matter?”

“I’m here to thank my wife for saving my life.”

She was speechless, looking up at Joseph and calmly uttering. “You haven’t fully recovered yet, so you

don’t have to thank me. Besides, there are no outsiders here, so you don’t have to call me something

so cheesy.”

Just because he was willing to call her his wife when nobody was around didn’t mean that she wanted

to hear him say it.

Joseph took a step forward. His beautiful, jet black eyes were filled with an intoxicating tenderness.

They were dangerous and charming.

Lucille had a bad feeling. She decisively retreated before he could say anything.

I’m leaving. Make yourself at home, Mr. Joseph.”

However, before she could take even two steps forward, she heard Joseph quietly chuckling from

behind her.

“Bobo.”

Lucille froze.

It felt like those words rang around her head incessantly. There was a touch of intimacy and affection in

it. Regardless, the problem was, how did he know….

Lucille was rooted to the spot. She happened to see Molly, who was standing behind the door, poking

her head out. When she caught sight of her, Molly acted like a child who had done something wrong.

She retracted her head guiltily and disappeared in an instant.

Lucille was speechless.

Could Molly be any more obvious?