Desire Me If You Can-Chapter 15

"Really...? Hey, Wilkins! Wilkins! Yeah, you. Come over here."

The chief, who had been tilting his head, called one of the group who was drinking and gestured for him to come. Wilkins, who had been drinking with the other staff, reluctantly lifted his beer glass and trudged over to them with an expression that clearly showed his displeasure.

"Yes, Chief. What is it?"

Wilkins threw a glance at ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) Grayson with a rather disapproving look before the chief spoke.

"Millar is looking for someone. You went into the mansion with your team back then, right?"

The chief introduced Wilkins to Grayson.

"This is Darius Wilkins. Wilkins, this is Grayson Miller, as you know. He’ll be working with your team from now on. Grayson, he’ll be your team leader."

Wilkins' face immediately contorted. His hands were spread wide as he looked down at the chief, his posture screaming 'What the hell is this?' Despite his blatant rejection, Grayson casually grabbed Wilkins’ hand and shook it without hesitation.

"Nice to meet you, I look forward to working with you."

Wilkins once again seemed dumbfounded, pointing at Grayson with his remaining hand and hunching his shoulders. The chief, trying his best to ignore the pleading look from Wilkins, patted their arms.

"Make sure you get along. Wilkins is a good team leader, so follow his orders, understood? Miller."

"Of course, I’ll do just that."

Grayson responded as if he’d been waiting to speak, but Wilkins had a face that clearly didn’t believe him. He roughly pulled his hand away as if it had touched something dirty and glared at Grayson before speaking to the chief.

"Well, now that that’s done, I’ll be heading back to my team."

"Wait a minute."

As Wilkins was about to turn around, the chief called out to him. Wilkins reluctantly turned back, and the chief pointed at Grayson, speaking.

"You need to take your team with you."

Wilkins opened his mouth wide and shouted through his lips, "What did you say?" After spreading his arms widely once more and letting out a sigh, the chief sternly scolded him.

"Isn’t this a good opportunity? Go meet your team, greet them, and get familiar with their faces. That’s the whole point of this."

It wasn’t incorrect. Wilkins let out a sigh towards the empty air before just turning around. The chief gave Grayson a nudge and said.

"Go along. You’re going to work together, so at least greet them..."

"That team, they were the ones who went into the mansion back then, right?"

Once again, Grayson cut off the chief’s words. It seemed like his attention had shifted elsewhere, and the chief, looking used to it, nodded with a resigned expression.

"Yeah, if you ask them, you’ll find out who they are..."

By the time the chief finished saying "ask them," Grayson was already leaving. Left alone, the chief sighed and muttered under his breath.

When the team leader went to the chief’s call, he was definitely alone. But when he returned, he was no longer by himself. The team members who had been drinking and waiting around the round standing table all stared in surprise at him. Wilkins silently mouthed, "I know," but there was nothing to be done. The team members naturally came over to the table and took a seat, glaring at Grayson standing there with hostile eyes.

"Hello, hello, hi."

Grayson nodded lightly and acknowledged each one, flashing a big smile, but no one laughed. In a situation like this, it would be easy to feel awkward, but unfortunately, the person in question was Grayson Miller. How thick-skinned could someone be? This shameless man had no sign of embarrassment at all. Instead, he kept smiling and even offered his hand for a handshake, making the team members so fed up that their enthusiasm completely died out. The members, with resigned expressions, silently drank their beer, and Grayson was the first to bring up the subject.

"That time the fire broke out in Mendez’s mansion, your team went inside to rescue people, right?"

"Mendez?"

"Yeah, the pheromone party."

The team member who had unwittingly asked was promptly nudged by another teammate with an elbow.

"Those extreme alphas gather in groups and try to ‘release’ their pheromones. They go wild, like, 'Ahh! My pheromones are leaving me! My brain is leaving too!'"

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The man, clearly mocking Grayson, began shaking his hips back and forth while making exaggerated sounds, causing the team members around them to burst out laughing. Of course, they were mocking Grayson, which made it all the more amusing. As they laughed loudly, they suddenly stopped when they saw Grayson laughing just as loudly in return.

What’s going on? Is he crazy?

Everyone had a similar thought. As they looked at him with perplexed faces, Grayson, still laughing maniacally by himself, abruptly stopped. Soon, his face became expressionless, like a mask, and everyone felt a chill down their spine. What was up with him?

"Why? Don’t stop, I was enjoying it."

"......."

"Is that it? Well, never mind."

Grayson shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Anyway, I happened to be at the mansion at the time. I’m an extreme alpha, so I was thinking of releasing some pheromones. But because the fire broke out, I couldn’t do much, luckily my brain didn’t leak out."

As Grayson continued speaking, the faces of those standing in the room gradually darkened. They could feel it in their bones—he wasn’t someone you could easily handle. If he were simply rude or had a bad personality, they could settle it with a fight or something, but since ancient times, the best policy was to avoid dealing with crazy people.

"Uh, um, I... I have something to do."

The man who had been mocking Grayson quickly tried to leave his seat, and others scrambled to move as well. But before they could even take a step, Grayson stopped them.

"Stop."

At the cold command, they all froze in place. Reluctantly, they turned around, and Grayson, still with an expressionless face, ordered them as if it were a command.

"I have a question for you. Gather back around. Hurry."

"......."

"Come here right now."

With a sharp tap of his second finger on the table, they hesitated but eventually returned. In the awkward silence, they only exchanged uneasy glances, and after scanning the room, Grayson spoke.

"Is everyone who went into the mansion that day here?"

The tone had changed to something colder, and the team members blinked in confusion. It suddenly felt like an interrogation, and they hesitated to speak. Wilkins was the first to respond.

"Why? Why do you want to know?"

Grayson smiled at the curt tone. Once again, the team members felt uneasy. Was it really the right moment for him to be smiling? It was a common behavior for anyone to smile in an attempt to defuse tension, but something about this man’s smile felt off. What was it?

Before they could figure it out, Grayson spoke again.

"I’m trying to find the person who saved me back then. I don’t remember how I lost consciousness, but when I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital room. If that person hadn’t saved me, I probably would have died."

He put his hand on his chest with a look of feigned emotion, letting out a deep sigh.

"Because of that person, I’m alive, so I want to repay them. At the very least, I’d like to thank them. Could anyone tell me who they are?"

Wilkins looked around at the other team members, as if asking if anyone knew. Ezra, quick to notice, stepped forward and asked loudly.

"Well, I don’t really remember. It was all a blur back then. Does anyone remember anyone?"

One by one, the team members shook their heads, repeating that they didn’t know. Grayson squinted his eyes, frowning, but their response didn’t change. He slowly ran his hand through his hair and muttered, though loud enough for everyone to hear.

"They all say they don’t know, even though I’m trying to show my gratitude..."

He then grinned.

"Guess I’ll have to find them myself."