Chapter 95: It’s you!?
>Eleina
"Drop me to a nearby hotel." I ordered my driver before leaning my head against the cool glass window. The streaks of light from the street stretched into long glowing lines, slowly blurring into one another as the car rolled forward into the night traffic.
I exhaled sharply and closed my eyes, pressing my temple lightly against the window. I don’t think I can think straight if I went home today after everything I found out.
The Phoenix, based on the information I got from Leo, they are one of the most dangerous Mafia’s in Country P, their business include drugs, human trafficking, prostitution and whatever heinous crimes in the book.
I felt like my stomach is going to hurl everytime I think about it, bile rising at the back of my throat as the images forced their way into my mind.
But they are the mafia so I think that’s hardly surprising. I was just too sheltered to be involved with it.
At least, that’s what I know. Unless my family has been hiding something from me.
Seriously, this is hurting my head. But learning this could help me with my revenge. Now that I know the identity of the people I’m up against, I can’t afford to bring a knife to a gunfight.
"We’ve arrived, Young Miss," the driver spoke as soon as the car came to a halt.
I opened my eyes and looked out the window. We were in front of a towering hotel—one our family owned—its glass exterior reflecting the city lights like shards of crystal.
"Alright. Tell mother I’ll be staying here today." I said to the driver who came to open that door as soon as I got out the car, stepping aside respectfully as I smoothed down my clothes and planted my heels firmly on the pavement.
The cool night breeze brushed against my skin as I made my way toward the entrance, the golden lights from the hotel casting long shadows beneath my feet. I was about to head inside when I felt my phone buzz inside my purse.
I quickly paused mid-step and took it out, my fingers digging through the leather before wrapping tightly around it.
It was a message from an unknown number. My brow furrowed as I stared at the glowing screen. No one knows my new number aside from the people closest to me and everyone is saved in my contact list since I decided to change it.
This is too suspicious.
But my gut is telling me to answer it.
"So? Are you done playing kid’s game? Are you ready to take it seriously now?"
It was a man’s voice. One I’m not familiar with. My brow furrowed as I slowly lifted the phone to my ear, my eyes instinctively scanning the area around me.
"Who are you?" I asked, confused, my fingers tightening slightly around the device.
"Oh? You didn’t remember me? Should I put on a voice changer instead?" he replied. And that’s when it clicked.
He was the owner of the blue envelope.
"Do you want to take revenge?" he asked again after I haven’t said anything, the silence stretching heavily between us. "If you are I’m willing to lay down my card on the table." he added.
"How can I trust you?" my voice is unsure, my lips barely parting as I spoke. Since I don’t think I know anyone who would help me willingly like this.
"You tell me."
I bit my lip before speaking. "Reveal yourself to me. Maybe then I’ll be willing to trust you."
A slight chuckle echoed from the other side of the phone. It was mildly infuriating. I was dead serious.
"You’re so predictable," he teased. "Look at the car behind you."
As soon as he said that, I slowly turned around, scanning the parked cars behind me until something caught my eye.
A black car sat a few meters away on my right. Its tinted window was slowly rolling up, and inside, a man wearing sunglasses held a phone to his ear.
"Quietly enter the car behind me. Let’s talk somewhere else," he ordered before finally hanging up.
I wasn’t sure what to do at first, but my gut told me this was the only way I could get my revenge.
They destroyed everything I worked so hard for. It’s time I finally do something.
With that thought, I walked toward the car behind him. It rolled forward and stopped right in front of me, the engine humming softly.
I calmly opened the door and entered the car. I was alone in the backseat; there were only two of us inside—me and the driver.
"Where are we heading?" I asked as soon as I got comfortable in my seat.
The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror for a few seconds before shifting his gaze back to the road.
He didn’t say a word.
"Did he tell you not to answer me?" I asked again. The atmosphere was growing heavy and suffocating, but I was met with silence.
"Fine. Don’t answer then," I muttered, annoyed, before leaning back against my seat and closing my eyes.
It took at least an hour before the car finally came to a halt. I slowly opened my eyes when I felt it stop moving.
The driver stepped out and opened the door for me in his usual silence.
When I got out, I was already a few steps behind the man. All I could see was his back—broad shoulders, confident stride, an aura that screamed danger even from a distance.
I was about to complain when several staff members dressed in black approached me and guided me toward a specific area.
"This way, madam," a woman with a sleek black ponytail said politely.
I rolled my eyes but followed them anyway. It didn’t seem like they had any intention of answering my questions.
When we arrived at the man’s office, I couldn’t help the confused sound that escaped my lips.
It wasn’t what I expected.
For someone with such a dangerous aura, his office was surprisingly minimalist and white. The walls were pristine, almost blinding under the soft lighting. The only warmth came from the brown wooden furniture and a few black accents carefully placed around the room. Everything was neat. Controlled. Calculated.
He stood with his back to me, staring out the massive window that overlooked the city skyline. The silence stretched for a few seconds before he finally turned around.
My jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
"It’s you?" were the only words I managed to say.
