Emily Brooks couldn't help but reach out a finger, lifting Gavin Carter's chin as she spoke in a seductive voice, “Oh? So, big sis and the yamen… pfft, and the magistrate are all laughing and chatting together. Be careful, or big sis might send you, little demon, to the yamen to get caught.”

Gavin Carter grabbed her finger and told her very seriously, “I am not a little demon.”

“All right, all right.” Emily Brooks didn’t “expose” him either. She understood how cautious native beings were in human society—wasn’t she the same? To be honest, she hadn’t revealed to Gavin Carter that she was a demon either, only daring to present herself as a human “big sister” type. Once such things are exposed, no one knows what tomorrow might bring, so it was perfectly normal for the other party not to admit it.

She just smiled and said, “Do you not have a place to stay?”

Gavin Carter could only reply, “No, if it’s convenient, could I trouble you for a night’s lodging…”

Emily Brooks smiled sweetly, “Is it just that you have nowhere to stay?”

Gavin Carter was taken aback, then heard her say with a grin, “Is it that you don’t have an ID card, no facial, fingerprint, or iris authentication, not even a single cent?”

Gavin Carter: “……”

“Luckily, you ran into me.” A complex look flashed in Emily Brooks’s eyes, but she was still all smiles: “Let go of my hand, let me lift your chin again, and call me good sister. Then I’ll help you settle all of this.”

Without another word, Gavin Carter popped a pill into her mouth.

Emily Brooks choked, “What’s this now?”

Gavin Carter said sincerely, “This time it really is an aphrodisiac. If you help me settle those things, I’ll give you the antidote.”

Emily Brooks: “???”

This time she really felt a wave of heat rising. As a fox clan member, she knew exactly what that meant.

Emily Brooks wailed in indignation, “All I wanted was for you to call me good sister—was that really necessary!”

“Very necessary.” Gavin Carter replied calmly, “You helped me, I helped you, we’re even. Now it’s a brand new deal. You can have me do something for you in exchange for identity authentication… but as for calling you good sister…”

He paused: “In this life, I, Xia, will never bow to another.”

Emily Brooks was so angry she stomped her foot. “I think you’re not someone who refuses to bow—you’re exactly what I said before, an unevolved iron gorilla!”

Gavin Carter said nothing.

He wasn’t some blockhead with no emotional intelligence.

In fact, he was well aware that this could have been the start of a promising romance.

But women, these creatures, cloud the mind and distract the eyes—only a hindrance when it comes to drawing one’s sword.

In his ears, it was as if he heard an ancient whisper again: “Taikang, I don’t want to just be your sister… you… how heartless you are.”

The voice faded, turning into the present anger of Emily Brooks: “Fine, fine, fine! Give me the antidote, I’ll help you get your identity! What’s your name?”

Gavin Carter pulled his thoughts from the distant past back to reality and said softly, “Xia… Guixuan.”

Chapter Four: Who Is the Fox Spirit

Emily Brooks stormed toward the villa’s front door. As she neared, the door automatically parted, and Gavin Carter followed behind, once again sensing the flavor of a cave-dwelling formation that automatically recognized its master.

Except it didn’t require any spiritual energy at all.

Inside the door, the villa wasn’t a standalone building—there were other rooms to the left and right. It seemed Emily Brooks was quite wealthy?

Someone led a group out from a side room, all bowing in greeting, “Miss.”

Emily Brooks casually tossed over the damaged hovercar capsule: “My car’s broken, get someone to fix it. Also… find me a brand new men’s wristwatch, not an embedded one, an external one. Now.”

A men’s wristwatch…

The leader took the capsule, then looked up at Gavin Carter in surprise.

What’s this… Miss brought a man home for the night and is giving him a watch?

“Miss, this…”

“What this and that? Go find it.” Emily Brooks strode straight into the main villa without further explanation, instead saying to Gavin Carter, “Come with me.”

The man didn’t ask further, just bowed respectfully, as if seeing the two into the house.

Gavin Carter followed Emily Brooks into the villa, his spiritual sense still observing that man. Even after the villa door closed, the man maintained his respectful posture, not moving an inch.

Gavin Carter smiled faintly.

This person was probably Emily Brooks’s chief bodyguard or house steward—plain in appearance, seemingly loyal. But no matter how he acted on the outside, in that instant, the surge of “jealousy” and “anger” in his mind was impossible to hide from Gavin Carter’s perception.

This man was definitely not as loyal as he appeared…

Bang! Emily Brooks slammed the villa door shut, leaning against it with some effort, glaring fiercely at Gavin Carter: “Hand over the antidote!”

Gavin Carter had never intended to mess with her—he just had his own pride and couldn’t be bothered to play the part of a humble supplicant, so he’d simply countered her. The pill he’d given her wasn’t any real aphrodisiac, just a spell-induced sensation that would soon dissipate.

He didn’t expose the truth, only smiled and said, “If I give you the antidote, what if you don’t help me get my identity?”