Lone Wolf was the subject of many rumors but was rarely seen. His presence was only confirmed by the occasional impressive jobs he took from the task list
For years, no one had seen Lone Wolf. Rumors circulated that he had left the mercenary world behind. Today, Marissa was taking a gamble by messaging Lone Wolf. The challenge of breaking Paul’s strict rules on the Sunrise was daunting. Ordinary allies wouldn’t suffice; Lone Wolf’s support could significantly increase her chances of success
Marissa and Lone Wolf shared a unique connection, possibly because they sympathized with each other. A few years back, they had crossed paths during a mission. Although they were using aliases and unaware of each other’s real identities, Lone Wolf had added her as a friend on the Dark Net. Since then, Marissa and Lone Wolf had maintained a silent friendship online, neither sure if the other was still alive
Her message to him was straightforward: “?”
Meanwhile, in his office at the Daniels Group, Connor’s phone emitted a distinctive beep. Connor understood the significance of this sound-it signaled a message on the Dark Net. He immediately set aside his tasks, grabbed his phone, and accessed the Dark Net. To his surprise, the message was from Black Snake
Connor was taken aback. While he and Black Snake were Dark Net acquaintances, they had never reached out to each other before. A sudden message from Black Snake suggested something significant was going on. Connor had been out of the mercenary industry for years, but he still responded to Black Snake, holding her in high regard
A few years back, when Connor first encountered Black Snake, he was impressed by her wisdom and remarkable skills. This connection made him unusually joyful. Despite his usual aloofness, he eagerly added Black Snake as a friend on the Dark Net. Today, Connor also replied with “?” The two simple question marks conveyed a whole conversation; Black Snake inquired if Lone Wolf was online, and Lone Wolf responded by asking what was on her mind
Marissa was taken aback by Lone Wolf’s response. She vividly recalled how, years ago, she had been impressed by Lone Wolf’s extraordinary combat skills. She typed out a new message: “Lone Wolf, are you interested in a mission?”
Lone Wolf responded, “Who’s offering the mission?”
Black Snake replied, “I’ve got a personal score to settle with Amiri. I’ve recently located him and need someone to help me eliminate him.”
Lone Wolf sent an amused emoji and responded, “Back in the day, you would take on an entire army by yourself. Why are you so cautious now?”
Black Snake explained, “I want to kill him on the Sunrise.”
Connor immediately grasped the gravity of the situation. Killing Amiri on the Sunrise, under Paul’s watchful eye, was far riskier than any battlefield skirmish. It was a mission only to be undertaken out of dire necessity. Connor also despised Amiri, known for his malevolent deeds. Anyone with a moral compass would want him gone as soon as possible. Years ago, Connor would have agreed without a second thought. But today, he hesitated, uncertain. Back then, Connor was younger, more impulsive, and thrilled by challenges. He used to eagerly tackle daunting tasks that others would shy away from. Now, as the leader of the Daniels family, Connor bore the responsibility of his entire lineage. He also had his elderly grandmother to care for and a village girl who occupied his thoughts and concerns, making any reckless actions inadvisable
While he mulled over his decision, Black Snake sent another message: “The pay is 300 million dollars.”
Connor chuckled. Since when did he need to work for money? Just then, Domenic burst through the door, his face etched with urgency. “Mr. Daniels, we have a serious problem.”
Connor looked up at Domenic. “What’s wrong?”
Domenic handed him a report. “Take a look, Mr. Daniels. Our ship’s been raided by pirates-armed ones. They not only looted everything but also slaughtered our crew.”
Connor swiftly scanned the report, fury igniting in his eyes. “Who’s behind this?”
“Amiri’s gang,” Domenic replied. “Amiri’s forces are expanding rapidly these days. He’s grown brazen. In the past, they merely plundered. Now, they’re resorting to ruthless killings, staining the sea with blood. To stay safe, many business groups are resorting to pleading with Amiri through intermediaries, forced to pay hefty sums annually. It’s taking a toll on everyone. The Daniels Group wields significant international influence. No one dared to challenge us before. Amiri must have grown overly audacious. How dare he target our ship!”
Connor’s gaze narrowed with lethal intent
He then replied to Black Snake, “I’m in.”
“Alright,” Black Snake acknowledged. “I’ll keep tabs on Amiri. I’ll reach out when the time’s right.”
After talking with Lone Wolf, Marissa withdrew from the Dark Net and got up to go to the hospital. She foresaw the danger in assassinating Amiri on the Sunrise; no one could assure her safe return. Thus, she opted to perform Caylee’s surgery first
Entering the living room, Marissa found Landen seated on the sofa, alone. As he noticed her, he rose and said solemnly, “Tiffany, I’ll be leaving the country in a few days.” He hesitated, restraining the words at the edge of his lips. After a prolonged pause, he continued, “Take care of yourself. My father’s the patriarch now. You won’t face any mistreatment in the Nash family. Learn from Dr. Riss. When you acquire some of her skills, you won’t suffer from poverty, no matter what.”
Marissa gazed at his handsome face for a while before nodding. “I will.” With a smile, Landen gently ruffled her hair. Though younger than Marissa, he always played the role of an older brother
“I’m off to see my mom at the hospital,” Marissa stated, heading towards the door
On the porch, she glanced back at him with a smile. “Landen, I’m older than you. I’ll take care of both of us. Remember to lead the Nash family well in the future. Don’t let me down.” With those words, she departed
Landen remained rooted in place, his mind adrift for a while, sensing something amiss. Marissa rode her motorcycle to the hospital. While waiting at a traffic light, she retrieved a bottle of water from her basket. As she unscrewed the cap, she heard a wolf whistle followed by a man’s flirtatious voice. “Hey there, Beautiful! You look so familiar. You look like… like my kindergarten classmate.”
Marissa was repulsed by his approach. Such tactics to charm a girl seemed archaic. Without sparing him a glance, she tilted her head back, took a sip of water, and calmly sealed the bottle. Undeterred by her indifference, the man persisted. “Hey, Beautiful, fancy grabbing a drink sometime?”
Marissa continued to ignore him. Glancing in her motorcycle’s rearview mirror, she saw a flashy red Lamborghini behind her. A somewhat decent-looking young man grinned at her through the car window, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of pursuit. His face triggered a memory of a file she had read at Connor’s place
The details of the man were included in the file, and Tiffany had also mentioned him in her diary. With a single glance, Marissa recognized him. He was Tiffany’s fifth fiance, Wesson Clifford, heir to Clifford Art and Entertainment. He had infamously called off their engagement in a humiliating manner, turning Tiffany into the city’s laughingstock and dissuading other suitors from pursuing her
After recognizing Wesson, Marissa smiled. What a small world! She had been looking for an opportunity to teach this scoundrel a lesson, and now, fate had delivered him right into her path
She had heard that after the major scandal, his parents had sent him abroad. She hadn’t heard any news of his return until today, when she unexpectedly ran into him. It seemed he had just come back
As these thoughts swirled in her head, Wesson was unabashedly flirting with her. “Hey, Beautiful, why are you so quiet? I can take you to the most upscale club in Blebert. Doesn’t that interest you?”
Marissa turned to him. Wesson, stunned, asked, “Tiffany Nash?” Clad in casual attire and a helmet, Marissa looked effortlessly cool and stunning on her motorbike. From behind and the side, she bore no resemblance to Tiffany. Wesson hadn’t recognized her until just now
Seeing her face initially startled him, but he quickly dismissed his own judgment. Though this woman resembled Tiffany, the stark difference in their auras was undeniable. Tiffany, ever the timid one, could never match this woman’s cool demeanor. He smirked knowingly. “You know, you really remind me of my ex-fiancee.”
“Is that so?” Marissa responded, her smile unwavering
She then stepped off her motorcycle and walked briskly towards Wesson. Wesson, mistaking her approach as interest, beamed with anticipation. However, before he could revel in his assumption, Marissa’s fist connected with his nose. There was a horrendous crack, and blood spurted, splashing across the car
“Ouch!” Wesson screamed in agony
Marissa grabbed his hair, yanking his head back. “Take a good look. Who do I remind you of now?”
Shocked, in pain, and furious, Wesson clenched his teeth and hissed, “You wretched woman, do you have any idea who I am? I’m the son of the CEO of Clifford Art and Entertainment. You’ve made a grave mistake messing with me!”
Another punch from Marissa silenced him as it smashed into his mouth
“Ouch!” Wesson screamed again
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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