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Chapter_105
After Yvette left, Jeremiah and Emmett entered the room. Emmett stood aside, bowing slightly. “Mr. Chavez, everything is ready. We’ve figured out Caleb’s schedule. We can make our move tonight at midnight. Caleb stormed out of the auction yesterday because someone broke into his northern district mansion and stole something.”
He continued, “He issued a reward in the middle of the night—$660,000 for whoever finds the thief. For the locals, that’s a fortune. Some people in Kransbay are itching to act. We haven’t figured out who did it, only that it was a man.”
Jeremiah nodded, then took off his dark green watch—worth over a million dollars—and casually placed it on the table. Stepping toward the balcony next to the bathroom, he leaned against the railing. He took out a cigarette and his phone, lighting the cigarette and holding it between his index and middle fingers. As he smoked, he scrolled through his phone, his voice calm. “Okay. Go get ready.”
It was deep into the night. The sky was blanketed with thick clouds, hiding the stars and moon. The world around Caleb’s mansion district was shrouded in complete darkness.
In the northern mansion district, the night was hazy. The tall buildings loomed ominously, with only a few dim lights filtering through the windows, casting faint, distorted shadows of the people inside.
In the master bedroom, Caleb lay in bed, sweating profusely, clearly disturbed by a nightmare. Suddenly, he jolted awake. His heart raced, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead, glancing at the woman still asleep beside him.
Thank God, it was just a dream, he thought, but the vision of being shot between the eyes lingered, vivid and haunting.
Needing a glass of water to calm his nerves, Caleb slipped on his slippers. But just as he was about to stand, a faint chewing sound broke the silence of the room. It was eerie, especially in the dead of night. His hair stood on end as his face darkened with fear.
“Who’s there? Come out!” he demanded. “Stop playing tricks!”
A voice answered. “Caleb.”
He stiffened and turned toward the sound. On the couch in the corner of the room sat a figure, draped in black. He couldn’t make out the face, but judging from the voice, it was a woman.
Lowering his guard slightly, Caleb reached for the large bedside lamp and flipped it on, bathing the room in light. Only then did he see the woman clearly. His breath hitched in surprise.
She was stunning—seductive, but not gaudy—her beauty far surpassing even the woman he’d captured and locked in the basement a few days ago. The sudden appearance of such a woman in his mansion in the middle of the night was suspicious, to say the least.
He raised an eyebrow, still wary. “Who are you? Why did you break into my mansion? How did you get in?”
Yvette, dressed entirely in black, sat lazily on the couch, blending into the shadows. Her legs were crossed, and she exuded an air of mystery and danger. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced at him, cold and indifferent.
“Do you want to die by your own hand, or should I do it?” she asked, her voice devoid of emotion.
Caleb stared at her, as if hearing the punchline to a joke, and burst into laughter. “Have you lost your mind? You want to kill me? This entire mansion district is my turf! What can a woman like you possibly do to me? Believe me, if I give the word, my men will be here in seconds and tear you apart! Hahaha!” His laughter echoed through the room.
“Oh? Go ahead, then. Remember to shout louder,” Yvette replied calmly.
Caleb’s laughter faltered. Something about her calm, mocking expression sent a chill through him. He thought of the noise he’d made, but the silence outside the room seemed unnervingly thick. No one had come. Why was it so quiet?
His eyes widened as he nudged the woman sleeping beside him. No response. He nudged her again. Still nothing. She was breathing, but she was unconscious. He felt his stomach churn.
What the hell? Did she drug everyone in the villa?
A sudden memory surfaced—The woman who had been rescued. Whoever got within ten feet of her would faint mysteriously, only waking up hours later. Caleb’s eyes flickered with realization.
This woman, sitting before him, was working with the one he had captured.
His demeanor shifted instantly, his voice softening with a tinge of fear. “Miss, I don’t know who you are, but if you’re here to avenge that woman, I can give you money—gold bars, anything. I didn’t even touch her. There’s no deep grudge between us. Just take the gold and leave. Let’s pretend this never happened.”
As he spoke, his right hand slid behind him, fingers brushing the edge of the nightstand drawer, where his gun was hidden. His words were a distraction to lower Yvette’s guard. But just as his hand wrapped around the gun’s handle, Yvette’s fingers flicked with precision, sending three silver needles into pressure points on his body.
A surge of numbness and pain spread through Caleb’s limbs. He gritted his teeth, ignoring the discomfort as he clutched the gun in his hand. His face twisted with rage, and his eyes burned with malice.
“Ha! Stupid woman. Today’s your last day. But if you’re smart, maybe you’ll please me for a few days, and I’ll let you go. I’ll even keep you alive and sell you off to Afria for a hefty price. Hahaha…” Caleb laughed louder as he imagined his plans.
Yvette rubbed her ear casually, stood up from the couch, and stuffed her hands into her pockets. Her gaze never wavered from Caleb, who was still gloating.
“Have you laughed enough?” she asked flatly. “If so, die.”
Caleb’s face darkened with fury. He pulled the trigger, but his hand wouldn’t move. The gun slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor.
Suddenly, an overwhelming cold gripped his entire body. Pain shot through him, worse than anything he had ever felt—like invisible beasts were ripping him apart from the inside. His body trembled uncontrollably, spasming as he collapsed on the floor, writhing in agony.
His vision blurred, his breaths shallow, and his screams filled the air, but they were muffled by the overwhelming pain. His limbs jerked wildly as his shirt was torn by his trembling hands, and blood seeped from his fingertips.
With his last breath, Caleb crawled toward Yvette, desperate. “Help me… I’ll give you money… anything.” But before he could finish his sentence, his body slumped, lifeless. His eyes remained wide open in death, staring in disbelief at the woman who had just ended him.
Yvette stepped over him without a second glance. She jumped down from the second floor, landing with the grace of someone used to such feats. Checking her watch, she nodded to herself. Perfect timing. He should be arriving soon.
Her mind flickered back to Jeremiah’s words earlier that day, a mix of emotions swirling inside her—irritation, mostly. Love? What’s the point of talking about that? Wouldn’t talking about food be better?
