Silent Phrase (Farwell Horizon University)

Chapter 42

Zechariah Olive Guevarra Henderson

As I made my way towards the secret hideout of my men, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the possession of my own mansion. It's a different place and I had plenty.

I had been inherited it from my family and its grand architecture and ornate decorations spoke of the wealth and power that my lineage had accumulated over the decades.

It was a place of safety and sanctuary, surrounded by high walls and twisting corridors that only I, my family, and my closest allies knew. I could rest here, knowing that I was protected from all the harm and that my secrets would remain safe. This is where I seldomly negotiate with my clients which will either they will leave this place alive or the worst thing and most frequent...

as a corpse.

I'm an heir to the Guevarra's clan. Thanks to my Mommy Ophria, I've got this power. I remember the day my Momma Zinaida said that she was afraid of my Mommy's family, because they we're so powerful to the point that she was being threatened by my grandfather to not marry my Mommy Ophria. Of course, my Momma Zinaida is a Henderson and nothing can intimidate her. Even death, she'll hold her wife and refused to let go of the love that binds them together.

I guess, that's the trait I got from her.

The surrounding landscape was shrouded in pitch-black darkness, with the only light coming from the silvery glow of the moonlight. It was a fitting backdrop for my secret hideout, where I could plot and plan in the privacy of my own home.

They bowed their heads as soon as I entered giving a full attention to my presence. I walked gracefully and saw my assistant Murray following me.

"Where is he?" I passively asked. He proudly smile and that makes me so excited.

"To the basement, boss." He timidly answered.

As we walked by, something caught my attention and literally makes me giggle.

I slowly approached my favorite weapon, a sharp and polished katana that I had honed and perfected over the years. Its smooth surface seemed to glitter in the light, with each inch of its glistening blade is a testament to the hours of training and dedication I had poured into mastering its use.

"That was displayed with a complete care, Miss. The sharpness is just perfect." He commented.

As I caressed the hilt of the katana in my palm, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and reverence for this mighty weapon. This was a tool that had the power to take lives although some may have been frightened by its deadly edge. With it in my hand, I felt almost unstoppable like I could conquer any challenges that came my way.

I grasped it and bring it with me as I keep thinking a new way to play with the mouse that'd been caught on my trap. Murray on the other hand is silently walking behind me.

Too bad, his boss is being overwhelmed tonight and can't control her enjoyment.

We came to the basement, the men securing the area immediately recognized me and bowed their heads. No more words from my mouth and they opened it widely for me. I walked towards while they line up in each side to give a way. Suddenly, I stopped and the last thing I knew, one of their colleague's head is now rolling on the floor.