[BL] Transmigrated as the Villain CEO's Mermaid Secretary Chapter 405: Sighting

Grayson’s eyes swept Neville’s fra, assessing.

"Nothing," Neville said, rubbing his arms. "It just got cold for a second."

Grayson stared at him for a mont longer before he stepped back.

"Wait here."

Grayson crossed to the living area, retrieved his coat from the back of the dark leather sofa, and returned. Without ceremony, he draped it over Neville’s shoulders.

Like every other coat that Neville had forgotten to return to Grayson, it had a soft fabric lining inside that prevented abrasions to an oga’s sensitive skin.

It also had a strong fresh water scent from Grayson wearing it for a long ti.

The scent settled around Neville like a second skin that Neville had to actively suppress the urge to sink into it in front of everyone.

Instead, he plucked at the sleeve, which hung a good four inches past his fingertips.

"It’s too big. It’ll get in the way."

The coat was really big, much bigger than Grayson’s other coats. Neville was not that small, but Grayson just had a bigger build.

Grayson glanced at the excess fabric pooling around Neville’s wrists. His eyes softened, but his lips curled in amusent as he watched Neville busily trying to fold the sleeves back.

"Wear that for now," Grayson said. "I’ll find sothing that fits."

"Fine. Go." Neville didn’t even look at Grayson as he shooed him away with his hands.

Grayson left without pause.

Bryan, who had watched this entire exchange over the rim of his cards, said nothing. But his mouth curled with a knowing grin, and his eyes were filled with mischief.

Neville saw it and ignored him. When he turned his gaze back at the table.

He froze.

It lasted less than a second.

Red?

Lilianna’s eyes flashed red.

It was bloody red eyes that were gone so quickly that made Neville question his ability.

He was sure that it was not a trick of the light, because the light was glowing yellow, orange, or white, not red.

He was sure that it wasn’t the reflection of the holographic display’s glow because it wasn’t white or blue.

Also, what were those irises?

It retracted into sothing slant, like those of an animal. It was the first ti that he had seen sothing like that in a human.

If he hadn’t had his vision slowed down, he would’ve missed it.

He kept his face still. Kept his hands on the table. Kept his breathing even.

How can a person’s eyes turn red? What fantasy race had red eyes? Vampires? I don’t want to get my blood suck dry!

Neville scanned the room in panic, hoping for so answers, while pretending to look for the robot servers.

Bryan was reviewing his hand.

Helena’s attention was fixed on Lilianna’s face-down card.

Julius had returned to his arms crossed.

Thiago leaned on the sofa in a comfortable position, scrolling through his light brain.

Pete sat next to Chronos, on his light brain, too.

It looked like no one had really seen it.

Except—

Neville’s gaze swept past Pete and to Chronos, who was leaning on the sofa like a lazy cat, wrapped in a blanket Pete had given him.

Chronos t his eyes.

And smiled.

The kind of smile a person gave when they wanted to say, Yes, I saw it too, and we’ll talk later.

Then Chronos’s gaze slid away, returning to the StarNet feed projected above his light brain as though nothing had happened.

But a private ssage notification chid, and Neville looked at it.

The sender ID was unfamiliar, but when he opened it, it was Chronos. Chronos sohow found a way to send him a private ssage without exchanging contacts.

Under any other circumstances, Neville would have found that mildly alarming. But right now, he found it useful.

[TheDarkness]: Don’t mind it. We’ll deal with it. Act normal.

Neville glanced once more in Chronos’s direction.

Chronos’s posture remained looking boneless, relaxed, while hiding one hand on his stomach underneath the blanket.

To anyone else, he looked like a bored celebrity killing ti at a party.

But Neville now knew that this person was acting relaxed.

[YourHope]: Understood.

He closed the ssage and returned his attention to the table, calm.

But he thought, So this is what Grayson’s been nervous about all evening.

Those red eyes must’ve been the bad news; no wonder everyone was tense.

Grayson even kept him at arm’s length, within line of sight, after making a mistake of leaving him for a bit.

anwhile, Chronos montarily dropped his lazy act after confirming that no one was looking. His fingers moved over his light brain.

He opened a new group channel.

Recipients: Grayson Maxwell, Thiago Miranda, Pete Rowan, Colonel Riley Vane.

[TheDarkness]: Lilianna. Zergs. Confird.

Thiago suddenly stopped scrolling. His thumb hovered over the screen for a beat. Then he resud scrolling, keeping his expression unchanged.

Pete set down his glass unhurriedly. Then he opened a private channel to Colonel Vane.

[NotBookworm]: Need military-grade extraction liquid. Can you get an ergency approval?

Colonel Vane’s reply ca in under two seconds.

[Col. Vane]: *Thumbs up*

Short, efficient as always, Pete thought.

Across the room, Grayson received the ssage mid-stride. He had been heading toward the estate’s second floor to retrieve a smaller jacket, sothing that would fit Neville’s fra.

It didn’t look like there was sothing off about him, but his grip on the railing tightened until his knuckles turned white.

His eyes turned cold, and he proceeded to go straight up to the rooftop to assess the surroundings.

He wanted to see if there were additional unwanted living beings within the premises with his portable thermal imaging device.

Sure enough, about a mile or so, there was a cluster of red, non-human figures, approaching

Grayson quickly ssaged in the new group chat: Confird zergs approaching, approx. 1 mile. Do not panic.

He quickly went downstairs and found the jacket. When he went down, Grayson acted normally and stood behind Neville.

"This one should fit better," he said with a smile.

Neville glanced back, unsuspecting. "Thanks."

Chronos felt the nausea was back, his mind filled with anxiety when he read Grayson’s news. He breathed through his nose, slow and asured.

He silently prayed. Stay calm. Please don’t panic and keep hanging on.