I Received The First Time Of My Extraordinary Superior (9 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 11
I underestimated Logan Redford’s perceptiveness, even if he was drunk. Or perhaps Sydney placed too much faith in her artifact earrings.
Sydney decided not to hide her current mood any further. After all, deceiving someone like Logan Redford required mixing truth and lies in just the right measure…
“I do feel rather uncomfortable. Perhaps because I was unwittingly used as a comparison for an experiment—I’m extremely displeased.”
She emphasized discomfort and displeasure more than the anxiety and nervousness of being caught.
This gave her the perfect excuse to avoid his gaze… not a bad outcome at all.
“Is it really that unpleasant?”
“I tend to be sensitive when I’m unwell.”
“…I see.”
Tap-tap. The rhythmic sound of Sydney tapping the dining table with her index fingernail filled the air.
Logan’s eyebrow twitched slightly as he watched her lost in thought. Then his eyes narrowed.
“Sydney Warden.”
“Yes.”
Sydney blinked and looked up at Logan.
The corner of his mouth twisted faintly upward—a sign that Logan Redford had caught on to something.
“What are you pondering so intently? All you need to do is speak about the Marien you know.”
Sydney lowered her eyes and made a soft “Hmm…” sound.
Though it appeared relaxed, she was actually trying to mask her embarrassment and buy time.
“It seems my guess was correct. Seeing you resort to such uncharacteristically obvious tactics… you must be quite flustered.”
Logan knew Sydney Warden just as well as she knew him—perhaps even better—thanks to the long time they’d spent together.
Since things had come to this, a direct approach was best. Sydney met his blue eyes squarely and admitted plainly,
“As expected, Chief, you’re impossible to fool.”
“…”
Logan gestured with his chin for her to continue.
From his arrogant demeanor, Sydney simultaneously felt an inexplicable sense of defeat—and a renewed determination to deceive him properly.
As if the fog clouding her mind had suddenly lifted, her thoughts snapped into sharp focus.
If he’d gone so far as to comb through every list at City Hall over the past two days for anyone named Marien… Logan must have already spoken to Victoria Orwello.
After all, starting with close acquaintances was basic investigative procedure.
Thanks to Sydney’s careful warnings to Victoria just in case, Logan had come straight to her.
Now was not the time for half-measures.
To prevent Logan Redford from suspecting that she and Marien were the same person… fabricating a fictional Marien might be the safest route.
Sydney leaned forward, resting both hands on the dining table.
“To be honest, I haven’t even decided whether I should speak about the Marien I know or not.”
“…What do you mean?”
Even now, Sydney was mentally constructing an image of Marien.
Marien.
She’s a commoner with enough leisure to enjoy traveling. She happened to visit Marcelle on a trip, and the only people she knows here are Sydney Warden and Victoria Orwello.
No matter how wealthy she might be, a commoner remains a commoner—and would be at a disadvantage if entangled in any incident. It’s only natural that Sydney Warden would want to protect such a person.
Perfect. With this reasoning, Sydney’s earlier hesitation upon sensing Logan’s intent, as well as her apparent attempts to hide something, could all be explained.
With her thoughts now settled, Sydney calmly continued,
“Just as I said. I don’t know much about her, and besides… for you, Chief, to seek me out during my leave and interrogate me like a suspect…”
She let her sentence trail off and lightly scratched her forehead, feigning awkwardness.
Tap-tap. Logan’s finger drumming on the table fell into rhythm with the crackling of burning firewood.
Would he take the bait? Sydney endured the long silence, hoping Logan would lose his way in the smokescreen she’d laid.
When the tapping ceased,
“You think I’m interrogating you?”
Good. Confident her ploy had succeeded, Sydney slowly lifted her eyelids.
“That’s how it felt. After all, I doubted you’d come simply out of concern for my well-being.”
For just an instant, Logan’s pupils flickered violently. He even turned his gaze away from hers with a pained sound.
“So that’s how you saw it.”
“…”
A crimson hue seeped into the air around Logan, heavy with regret. Only when Sydney glanced past him toward the window did she realize evening had already fallen.
The sight of wide clouds spreading across the gray sky, stained with red, felt strangely desolate.
That must be why.
Why Logan Redford, seated with the sunset behind him, looked pitiful—and why Sydney’s chest ached as if pierced through.
Damn it, I can’t take this anymore.
Her headache threatened to split her skull open, and feverish heat made breathing difficult.
Sydney undid one button of her tightly fastened shirt. And as she reached for a second… she flinched at the sound of fingers tapping the table again.
“Sydney Warden.”
Startled by the rasp in Logan’s voice, Sydney quickly withdrew her hand from the second button and mumbled defensively,
“I’m burning up…”
“Hmm. Well, this is important to me… so please focus.”
Was this really worth getting angry over? Sydney suppressed her rising irritation and clasped her hands together.
“Understood.”
“Good. Continue speaking.”
Logan gestured with his chin as if demanding a case progress report.
In response, Sydney asked a question fitting for his subordinate and a member of the investigation team.
“Before that, may I ask one question?”
She refined her mental image of Marien a bit further.
An acquaintance met casually during travels would be best.
That way, it wouldn’t seem odd that she knew little about Marien yet still wanted to help.
In such a relationship, Marien certainly wouldn’t disclose something as private as spending a night with a stranger.
Therefore, right now, Sydney should act as someone entirely unaware—yet genuinely worried about Marien.
“What incident is Marien involved in?”
“…?”
“I’d like to know whether Marien is a victim, a perpetrator, or merely a witness.”
“That sounds like quite a close relationship.”
She’d anticipated this too.
Sydney offered Logan a faint smile, aware he was testing her.
“I’ll answer that… after I hear your reply.”
This was just right.
She and Logan Redford were superior and subordinate.
A purely professional relationship suited them best.
Having pushed him this far, Logan Redford would now disclose what he knew about Marien.
Sydney steeled herself to remain composed.
“Hmm. I suppose it’s only natural you’d think that way. That… Marien is a woman I’m personally… looking for.”
Looking for her for what? Unable to suppress her sudden irritation, Sydney retorted petulantly,
“…Then why ask me? And I’m under no obligation to answer your personal questions, Chief.”
“I expected as much.”
“Excuse me?”
“Because Sydney Warden always draws a clear line between work and personal matters… I didn’t think you’d answer.”
Logan’s somber expression and gaze hinted at the words he’d swallowed back.
Was he afraid?
Afraid? Logan Redford? That couldn’t be.
Sydney wiped the cold sweat from her brow with the back of her hand and sighed.
“That’s hardly something I’d expect from you, Chief—the one who upholds that boundary more strictly than anyone.”
“Did I say that?”
“Yes. You did.”
Dizzy, Sydney pressed her palms into the table and lowered her head. Her mouth felt parched, and her vision spun.
“Then… I suppose my acting wasn’t half bad.”
Logan’s voice faded into the distance, then returned sharply. She answered “I’m fine” to his concerned question.
Almost there. If she failed to wrap this up now, Logan Redford would pressure Victoria again.
Biting her lower lip, Sydney straightened her posture. Logan handed her a glass of cold water.
“That’s enough for now. No need to push someone who’s ill.”
“I’ve been unwell since earlier.”
Sydney took the glass and drank. As her burning thirst eased, her vision cleared.
“Then… let’s just get to the point.”
Logan leaned back against the wall, his right hand tucked into his trouser pocket. He looked down at her and murmured,
“According to your submitted travel records, you were supposed to be at ‘34 Mayfield Avenue’ from December 31st until today.”
“Yes. I was there until the afternoon of January 1st.”
Sydney provided the alibi she’d prepared in advance. Immediately, Logan fired back with a sharp question.
“You were alone in an empty house?”
“Yes. Lady Orwello said she’d introduce Marien to her cousin and then return—so I stayed behind and slept.”
Sydney subtly emphasized the two women’s separate whereabouts during the same timeframe: Marien was with Victoria at the Armand Hotel, while Sydney remained at Victoria’s home.
She did this to ensure Logan Redford wouldn’t even entertain the idea that the two were the same person.
“That’s odd. Your lover went out on New Year’s Eve, and you just stayed behind sleeping?”
“I wasn’t feeling well from that day onward.”
That much was true—Sydney had felt unwell even before meeting Victoria.
“Then… if Lady Orwello had a lover waiting at home… why was she getting drunk with a friend at a hotel bar?”
Caught off guard by this unexpected accusation, Sydney looked up at him in shock.
Strands of his usually neat hair now stuck out between his fingers.
Those long fingers had caressed her bare skin, and his tightly sealed lips had claimed hers all through the night.
Yes. As Logan Redford said, that night should have been Sydney’s first and final transgression.
Only then could she continue serving as a Royal Guard—and ensure her younger sister Emilia could keep receiving treatment.
Hardening her expression, Sydney let out a cold laugh.
“Chief, that’s an extremely personal question.”
“This is part of my duty. You’re required to provide a reachable location, and verifying it is my job.”
As much as she hated to admit it, Logan was right.
When Sydney joined the investigation team, she’d signed an agreement—accurately reporting her whereabouts was a mandatory rule.
Failure to comply could result in salary deductions or disciplinary action.
Even if Logan Redford was exploiting this rule, Sydney still had to prove her alibi.
“We’d argued a little. Lady Orwello didn’t understand why I couldn’t go out with her.”
So Sydney offered a reason plausible between lovers.
She disliked using Victoria this way, but under the circumstances, it was the best option—especially as her body screamed it couldn’t endure much longer.
“So… you and Lady Orwello were in that kind of relationship.”
Logan’s words were drowned out by the sound of his chair scraping backward. Sydney removed her hand from the table and spoke weakly,
“…Please leave now.”
She brushed past his silent form and headed toward her bedroom. Simply escaping his presence brought her immediate relief and a sense of release.
Yet, she also felt disappointed—disappointed that Logan would just let her go like this.
I’ve gone mad. Muttering to herself, Sydney reached for the doorknob.
At that moment, Logan’s scent suddenly enveloped her, and his deep voice whispered in her ear,
“Even so… you must know Lady Orwello’s friend well enough for me to trust you.”
“Yes. She’s the only ‘Marien’ I know.”
“…I see.”
She turned the doorknob and pulled, but the door wouldn’t budge. Seeing his large hand pressed against the door, Sydney spoke through tightly clenched teeth,
“Chief… please stop this.”
“If you explain the mark on your neck…”
His breath brushed against Sydney’s throat—and her pupils dilated sharply.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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Ahhhh the “I have a friend” line. How did she keep her gender hidden this long smh lol
Could it be he was the one who designed the dresses Victoria gifted her?
Is the translation wrong? Isn’t it he never doubted Sydney was a MAN?