Back at the mansion, the air remained heavy.
Charles paced the floor, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white.
To him, this woman wasn’t just a business rival, she was a ghost who had systematically dismantled his family’s latest merger in less than few hours.
Well, call it karma……
“Damnit!.” He cursed.
“How dare she?” Charles spat, his voice trembling with a mix of fury and fear.
“Cathy, she didn’t just outbid us. She knew our exact ceiling price. It was as if she was in the room when we signed the documents.”
Ms. Isabella clutched her pearls, her eyes narrowing.
“An anonymous bussiness rival? Charles, people like that don’t just appear. They return.”
Yeah…
But….,
Meanwhile, at the apex of the glass tower, the obsidian Mercedes-Benz glided to a halt at the foot of the sapphire-glass tower, its polished frame reflecting the evening sun.
Before the engine’s purr could fade, a phalanx of suited bodyguards moved in synchronized precision, pulling the door open as if they were unveiling a masterpiece
She stepped out, and the building seemed to hold its breath.
Her beauty was of the kind that defied description—ethereal enough that the moon itself might have reached down to kiss her heels.
She was a damsel.
Clad in a bespoke designer dress and draped in gold jewelries, she looked less like a visitor and more like a deity descended.
“Ah…” She took a sharp, deep breath.
With every stride, the rhythmic click-clack of her stilettos echoed through the marble reception like a tolling bell.
Conversations died.
Necks craned.
A strange, sudden warmth filled the atrium as the crowd succumbed to her presence.
She was halfway to the executive elevators when a sharp voice cut through the silence.
“Ma’am! You can’t go there without an appointment.”
The lady stopped.
She turned a cold, glacial glare toward the receptionist, then continued walking as if the interruption had been nothing more than a passing breeze. Read this novel at novelping.com for the best experience.
The receptionist leaped up, physically blocking her path.
“I said no! You won’t go there, I won’t allow you in. This place isn’t for some random slut looking for a handout.” She sneered, waving a hand toward the heavy-set security guards at the door.
“Please, show this lady the exit. Immediately.”
The receptionist turned her back with a huff, retreating to her desk, then picked started to scroll through her phone.
Eva moved.
It was a blur of silk and motion.
In one swift, terrifying shift, Eva reached across the mahogany desk, grabbed the receptionist by the back of her head, and slammed her face into the hard front desk..
“Ahhhh….”
A guttural scream tore through the lobby.
The atmosphere turned from admiration to pure, vibrating tension.
“What gives you the right to be so rude?” Eva’s voice was a low, but indifferent..
“Whether someone is a ‘slut’ or a queen, who gave you the authority to decide who is allowed in this building and who isn’t?”
She let go, the receptionist slumped and sobbing.
Eva began to walk away, then paused, glancing over her shoulder.
“Oh, and one more thing. You’re fired.”
She disappeared into the elevator, leaving a wake of frantic whispers.
[ Who is she?
]
[ She so beautiful like a goddess.
]
[ That was cool…]
[ Does she own the place?
] The office was a hive of panicked speculation.
On the top floor, Eva pushed open the double doors of the main office without knocking.
Mr. Edwards, the General Manager, shot to his feet, his face pale with reverence.
“My lady! I—I didn’t expect you. What brings you here?”
Mr Edwards was also a vampire and knows who Eva was.
Generally, almost all the worker at A&D were vampires.
Eva didn’t sit.
She didn’t smile, only authoritative.
“Mr. Edwards, before we begin, I don’t want to see that receptionist downstairs when I leave.”
He didn’t ask for a reason, he didn’t need one.
He snatched up the landline, and called his secretary.
Inside the manager’s office, the atmosphere was far from the chaos she’d left at the reception desk.
Mr. Edwards, a man who controlled the city’s largest real estate portfolio, stood with his head bowed.
To the world, he was a bussiness titan, to Eva, he was merely a placeholder.
Moments later, a young assistant scurried in.
Edwards handed her a small, stark white envelope.
“Deliver this to Margaret at the front desk. Tell her she is terminated, effective immediately.”
Eva finally exhaled, her eyes fixed on the city skyline through the blue glass, the empire finally under her heel.
“The firing has been handled, My Lady,” Edwards whispered, his voice thick with reverence.
“The board is waiting. They are anxious to meet the woman who bought sixty percent of their shares overnight.”
A &D group of companies was selling 60% of their sharea worth billions of dollars, and the Hudson decided to buy 40%.
But, the anonymous bussiness rival, as they say was non other than Eva, who got to know and bought the whole 60% share with double the amount A&D had offered, pushing the Hudson cooperation out of the deal
Eva walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the city.
Her gaze landed on the distant silhouette of the Charles’ family estate.
A cold, predatory smile played on her lips.
Just a month ago, she had been driven from the Hudson mansion, with nothing but a bruised heart and a vow.
Now, she didn’t just have the money to buy the city—she had the power to burn their legacy to the ground.
“Let them wait,” Eva said, her voice like velvet-wrapped steel.
“I want Charles to feel the walls closing in first. I want him to wonder who I am until the very moment I take the keys to his house.”
She gasped.
“I am the villain they made, now I will give them the test of their own medicine!!” She declared.
She turned away from the window, the sunlight catching the gold around her neck.
“Tell the board I’ll see the m with in few minutes. And Edwards, send a bouquet of black withered roses to the Hudson residence. No card. They’ll know what it means.”