Chapter 263
The ledger contained records spanning January through December from five years ago. Some entries detailed debt collection. Others involved revenge missions. A few were labeled as 'teaching lessons'. Several concerned information gathering. The Walkers clearly had diverse criminal operations.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached the July entries. A cold dread settled in her stomach. Her eyes scanned the page anxiously until they locked on one specific line:
February 13th. Client: Gabriella Martinez. Hired: Vincent Moreau. Target: Isabella Montgomery. Commission: $50,000.
Isabella's breath hitched. Vincent Moreau?
That was the man who had violated her?
She immediately accessed a global database on her phone. Her fingers flew across the screen with urgent precision. Within moments, a profile appeared.
Vincent Moreau. Westchester. Elementary school education. Functionally illiterate. Multiple sexual assault convictions.
The photo showed a coarse-faced man with dull, leathery skin and rotting yellow teeth.
Nausea twisted Isabella's stomach. This disgusting creature was the one Tiffany had hired? Her own sister had paid fifty thousand dollars for this subhuman filth to destroy her?
The paper crumpled in her white-knuckled grip. Her nails dug crescent moons into her palms.
She had expected some lowlife scum, but seeing his actual face made her physically ill. This repulsive monster had stolen her innocence? This vile animal had shattered her entire life?
She had trusted Victoria completely. Treated her like a real sister. Never once imagined harming her. Yet all along, Victoria had been plotting this unspeakable betrayal.
Isabella wanted to storm into Victoria's room and beat her to a pulp right now. But she forced herself to breathe. Not yet. The timing wasn't right. She needed to wait just one more month. Then she would destroy Victoria completely.
Taking several steadying breaths, she locked the ledger in her secure case. She stormed out of the room. The mansion stood silent, all staff asleep.
She grabbed a bottle of bourbon from the kitchen. The gaming room welcomed her with its familiar hum. She booted up the system and took a long swallow of whiskey. Since she couldn't unleash her rage physically, the digital world would suffer her wrath instead.
Her headphones muffled the outside world. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. The mouse clicked rapidly under her control. Her expression remained frozen in icy fury.
Nathaniel watched silently from the doorway. He observed her violent keyboard strikes. He saw the aggressive mouse movements. He noted the frequent, deep drinks of alcohol. Even from behind, her rage radiated like heat from a furnace.
What could have provoked such fury?
He had never seen Isabella in this state before. He considered entering, but decided against it. He simply stood guard, allowing her this catharsis.
Isabella played for hours, her anger fueling a bloody rampage through the game. She slaughtered everything in her path. Chaos erupted in the global chat.
Holy shit! Boss is insane tonight!
Teach me your ways!
I've never seen sniping like this! Best player in the country!
These moves... they remind me of Kill. The legend from five years ago.
Can't be. This is a new account. Probably not Kill...
Kill hasn't logged in for over four years! That player dominated everyone!
This Boss player is just as terrifying! Another pentakill! Unbelievable!
Players watched her character in awe.
Meanwhile...
Benjamin was also online, playing his own match. He kept seeing global notifications flash across his screen.
Congratulations to Boss for achieving 5 consecutive kills!
Congratulations to Boss for solo killing the Dragon!