Ten Million Dollars Mission

c.105- Her chuckle

"Ah! Get them out of here!"

As I step into the villa, a piercing yell shatters the silence. That witch must be losing her mind again. "Where is Jaxen Vayinthe?! I need to speak with him! He will not set foot in the ring again! I refuse to let him win! I will show him he chose the wrong path!"

Her outburst makes me clench my teeth. She is still hell-bent on dragging me down. How is it possible that her anger hasn't consumed her heart? "Is he back?! Bring him to me immediately!" I start to head upstairs to my room, but a maid rushes after me.

"Young Master! Please, wait! Ma'am is demanding to see you!" I frown, glancing at the maid, who is fixated on the floor. "I don't feel like dealing with her. Tell her to walk into my room if she wants to see me" I add a taunting smirk. "But, Young Master—" "Jaxen Vayinthe!"

To my dismay, that damned head maid has helped the witch into a wheelchair. "I thought you had fired your manager! Why is she still trying to set you up? Haven't you figured it out? You have lost! Your career has abandoned you!" She yells, pointing accusingly.

"Are you fucking dumb?"

I press my temples, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath to calm myself. If I don't calm myself, I might end up cracking her skull, not just breaking her legs. I walk down the stairs and stand before her, looking down to mock her. My eyes gleam with restrained fury.

"I lost because you played unfairly. I would never have faced defeat if not for your interference. Understand the difference" I glare down at her. This witch won't let me escape this hellhole, yet the moment I step inside, her mere presence makes me crave an immediate exit.

How do I rid myself of her in a way that makes her reflect on her actions and beg for mercy? With a deliberate, contemptuous flick of her head, she hurls a wad of saliva directly into my face, the spit landing with a splat against my skin. A rush of exasperation surges.

The act is both shocking and humiliating, leaving me stunned at the spot. Gasps ripple through the hall as the maid beside me offers a handkerchief. Even they seem to have foreseen her act. I keep a strained smile as I dab at the spit with the delicate cloth. "You will regret this"

My smile,

more than my words, infuriates her.

"You will never manage to harm me again, you monster!" "Oh, I am the monster now? Then what of you, who starved me and imprisoned me like a caged beast? If I am a monster, then you are nothing short of a demon" With a sharp flick, I throw the handkerchief into her face.

Without another glance, I turn and walk away, leaving her furious cries to echo behind me. To extinguish the raging fire within me, I head to the gym—a sanctuary always open for me. I carry spare keys, a symbol of the godlike reverence I command here.

The gym is filled with the relentless thud of my fists pounding the sandbag. Loneliness never haunts me here—it is the only refuge I have known, the safest place I have ever had since the day I was born. After two hours of unleashing my anger, I leave the gym.

My steps wandered toward an unclear destination. "Oh! We meet again!" A familiar shout pierces, pulling my gaze upward with a faint frown. It is her—the annoying woman. My eyes drift sideways, and I realize I have unconsciously stopped in front of her convenience store.

How irritating.

"Out here all by yourself?" She draws closer, her eyes gleaming with that ever-present smile I despise. "Mhm, just needed a warm walk" I lie, a smile slipping from my lips like a well-worn mask. "A warm walk? On a night as chilly as this? Are you feeling upset again?"