Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system-Chapter 742: Desire to prove

Inside Virgin 1, Sheemah relaxed after hearing the explanation. Though not much was said, she picked up the hidden meaning.

Based on the gentle treatment—except for the initial phase when she resisted—she and Claudia were captured for more than just the intel they both possessed.

Well, it was possible that they were currently being sugarcoated to lower their guards and extract useful information.

But Sheemah believed in her intuition that these female operators meant no harm once she calmed down. Rationally, her status was extremely dangerous, with ill‑intentioned groups hoping to investigate through her network and drain all her capabilities.

If her captors knew her identity from the beginning, she was too deep in trouble to think further. And she intended to investigate through words.

Don’t underestimate a short conversation. It revealed everything, even if the speaker wasn’t high in rank.

As an expert in the intelligence world, language had always been the number one tool to decipher hidden clues. A well‑trained agent had to learn the art of conversation to perfect their cover story and to be able to extract information.

One slightest mishap could unveil everything. No one liked talking to these talents, feeling undressed every time their mouths opened. Such was the reason why agents working in the intelligence field were sidelined.

Likewise, since they understood human weakness, they were also trained to resist falling for known traps. For instance, talking too much was a defensive move.

Sheemah, while blabbering, had captured Spirit Fox’s intention. Their captive status was planned methodically.

Her intuition told her she and Claudia were being recruited, albeit forcefully. She wondered why Country C needed her.

The state apparatus of any nation, particularly regional powers and superpowers, easily surpassed her capability.

Therefore, Spirit Fox, with the backing of a nation, didn’t require them—unless both held important intel that Country C wanted to dig out.

However, Sheemah was an intel broker. If there was any need, throwing money at her was enough, leaving the rest to the nation’s agents to continue based on her lip service.

Any possible outcomes she thought of were contradictory after deep contemplation. What relieved her was the attitude of Spirit Fox—mystifying yet friendly.

A strange attitude toward someone who had kidnapped their countrymen.

Nonetheless, since others needed her, Sheemah lessened her fear but remained worried about her friend.

She had no fixed identity, not sworn to a nation. In fact, she held multiple passports. She didn’t believe in loyalty or national interests. These soft words, old hags exploited to keep the young in place and use them for their benefit.

Everything they spat out might sound righteous, but the truth was far dirtier. Compared to ordinary and so‑called experts, she, who swam in the dark sea, experienced far more unthinkable things.

On the other hand, Claudia belonged to Mossad’s inner circle, though her status was at the lowest level in the hierarchy.

Just to join the inner ring cost a lot—youth, time, perseverance, and connections. It wasn’t easy, and the first hurdle was loyalty.

Sheemah believed everything in the world was merely an exchange of interest, disguised to instill people with pride.

Her friend wouldn’t easily be swayed. She dared not think about what Claudia’s fate could become if she refused.

Even though Sheemah’s friends were purely out of self‑interest and business, Claudia was one of the very few among her confidantes who managed to enter her heart. She couldn’t watch Claudia’s self‑destruction with cold eyes.

"Claudia, you awake?" Sheemah asked in Hebrew. She was blindfolded and had no idea if her friend was alongside her, kidnapped onto the same helicopter.

Speaking of the rotorcraft, Sheemah praised the cabin’s soundproof features inwardly. No, not the soundproof feature but active noise control.

Loud, unwarranted decibels were toned down, whereas whisper‑like factors were notably picked up. An aircraft version of a noise‑canceling headset used by Special Forces, Sheemah concluded.

As an experienced spy, Sheemah had already devised her surroundings based on sound, yet she hadn’t obtained the slightest hint of Claudia’s presence—except that Spirit Fox might be carrying someone.

"What’s the matter?" Claudia responded in Hebrew.

"Thank goodness, my love. I was worried," Sheemah feigned care. Her genuine emotion flattened once she heard Claudia’s voice. "I hope you don’t resist too much and oblige as much as possible. I don’t want to see a cold body of my dear lover."

"Suit yourself," Claudia replied. Her worries dissipated from Sheemah’s teasing voice.

The future was hard to predict—who knew how long they would live. It was best to enjoy the present.

"I’m serious," Sheemah’s voice turned stern. "Don’t think about loyalty and offend your captors."

"Do you expect me to betray my country, my belief, after I have gone through so much just to be here?" Claudia snarled.

Knowing that talking against one’s ideals wasn’t going to solve the problem, Sheemah softened her tone: "As long as you survive, my dear... Claudia, trust me this time. I don’t think you even need to betray. Just go with the flow. Furthermore, with your level, do you have any valuable news they are seeking?"

Claudia’s lips twitched and she went quiet. Her friend was indeed merciless in her language in order to persuade her to surrender. Heck, she hadn’t even met the opponent’s leadership yet, and this happened.

Her pumped-up morales went down the drain. Damn Sheemah!

She didn’t have the energy to argue with Sheemah, but this woman was correct. She was a fish on the board at others’ mercy.

Noting her silence, Sheemah explained all the stakes and her guesses. She became emboldened when no one stopped their action. The two’s conversation in Hebrew was heard by everyone on the helicopter.

No operators minded their communication, even if they didn’t understand. Usually, they wouldn’t allow the duo to converse at all.

The duo would definitely become their comrades, one way or another. There wasn’t a second option.

Of course, Athena also subtly gave hints to the operators to give the duo some space. Nothing could escape her vision. She could decipher an unknown primordial language live.

Meanwhile, watching Sheemah and Claudia live, Ling Qingyu and Xiao Yue exchanged glances and shared their thoughts. They discerned the two’s inner state of mind and immediately unraveled the most appropriate approach. Obviously, out of the two, Sheemah was ready to be recruited so long as benefits appeared.

In fact, Ling Qingyu knew what to offer and what might hit Sheemah to the heart—a guarantee. A guarantee to assure Sheemah of security and a normal life. Perhaps persuading initially wouldn’t gain trust, but Ling Qingyu understood that once Sheemah joined the team and realized the transformation, even if she kicked her out, Sheemah would crawl back shamelessly to beg.

Nevertheless, Ling Qingyu wasn’t a cold‑blooded CEO who would blast away anyone because someone became an eyesore. She cared about her subordinates and in turn received their utmost admiration and loyalty.

A real win-win.

Plus, her judgment of people was extremely accurate. None sought problematic issues or impeded her rise. Rather, they were her adorable cuties, daring to venture to great lengths.

Or should she praise her intuition? Ling Qingyu amused herself, completely forgetting the factor of her daughter’s help.

"This girl, Claudia, is a hard bread to chew." Ling Qingyu bit her lips, unwilling to release the most alluring woman she had met from her grasp.

"A bitter melon is never sweet. Follow fate and let go—whether she’s willing or not—it isn’t in our hands," Xiao Yue commented.

"Hmph, there’s no way I’m going to give up," Ling Qingyu snorted.

"You’re not going to throw her in a cage and let her see the goods and awesomeness of yours, are you?"

"Of course not. I am not too restrictive of her personal freedom, but I can’t let her leave like that," said Ling Qingyu.

"What do you want her for? I think Sheemah is enough if you are seeking on‑site intelligence personnel. Her connections are far too vast, far better than Claudia," Xiao Yue added.

"Well, it can’t be helped when I was so close to recruiting someone from one of the world’s elite spy agencies—a beautiful damsel at that," Ling Qingyu joked.

Xiao Yue raised her brow as she gradually figured out why Ling Qingyu reacted so adamantly. While Sheemah could provide human intelligence through her information brokerage, she had no experience or knowledge to group people together into a formidable organization.

In contrast, Claudia perfectly fit the role. She worked as a handler, logistic support, and a captain of an armed wing. In simple terms, Claudia was talented in both civil and martial ways—a true asset to whatever goal Ling Qingyu had in mind.

"In the face of your so‑called benefits, she won’t blink an eye," Xiao Yue added. "But there’s a way to handle her and ensnare her into our net." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"What’s that?"

"Desire to prove herself. Accomplishment is what she seeks far more than loyalty to her nation. So long as you provide her the tools, grounds, and appropriate freedom, you’ll get her. Of course, provided you can guarantee that you aren’t going to use her against her motherland, I suppose the rest is easy."

"Wow, Sister Yue, I never expected you to help me chase my love," Ling Qingyu winked and smiled when a bombastic speechless side-eye lay on her.

She believed in Xiao Yue’s sharp vision, whose judgment far surpassed her own. Comparing years of experience and the level of management, she paled in comparison to the former warlord who had managed huge populations and met all kinds of people.

Heck, the only advantage Ling Qingyu held was her modern knowledge but as time passed, Xiao Yue’d learn more.