The Billionaire's Genius Wife

Meanwhile, in a black SUV, Scarlett looks serious about driving the car. She kept a safe distance so the car in front would not realize he was being followed.

After a few minutes, she could guess where the car ahead was headed.

They exited downtown and headed down an empty road to the top of the mountain, where she killed Lauren and her lover a month ago.

"Tsk! This man, did he choose his burial in this mountain too!?"

Scarlett can't help but chuckle. After a few minutes of driving to the secluded place, the car finally turned onto a narrower road.

She purposely didn't follow the car into the alley road. Still, she intentionally passed it — difficult to continue following any vehicle when the road was this empty.

A few yards later, she turned the car back onto the road she had come from. She deliberately turned off her car's headlights and slowly descended the small street.

There were no lights on the road. Luckily that night, the moon was shining bright enough. She could still see the road ahead, even though it was very limited.

After several minutes of driving in the dark, she saw lights in the distance. A large building, like a warehouse, appeared before her.

"Why is there a warehouse in this deserted place??" Surprised by what she saw.

Scarlett stops her car a dozen meters from the building. She parked it under a reasonably shady tree, so she wouldn't be seen — There was only one road in this place, and it seemed to end at that building.

After ensuring she was safe, she took a thick book from her backpack.

When she opened the book, there was a small silver gun inside. She pulled out the gun and checked the bullets.

Then, she took out her cell phone. She was so rushed that she didn't check the texts and missed calls. She just sent her coordinates to Seven to help Seven and any backup pinpoint her location.

And she also messaged Xander to let her know about the situation. Little does she know Xander's cell phone is in the car.

When she was done, she turned off her cell phone and slipped it into her coat.

Scarlett wasn't hurrying to move because she knew the person she was chasing was in that building. She was sure there was no other building in the middle of this forest.

For a moment, Scarlett scanned her surroundings to make sure there were no snipers pointing rifles at her or any movement in the darkness.

She wouldn't be scared if they ambushed her with close combat. However, it would be a problem if there were snipers. Her gun couldn't shoot long distances.

She was determined to catch the man, not without reason. As she was sure, the man she was following was the same person who had contacted her resort staff.

And she also believes this person is responsible for the death of her resort staff.

So, no matter what happened, she had to catch that person! She needed to know who the real mastermind was trying to mess with her—at least she knew the enemy.

Before long, Scarlett finally made her move. She walked towards the large building with quick and light steps.

She heard no sound from her footsteps as she walked like a shadow. Soon she entered the warehouse yard and found her way to the building.

Whether her luck was excellent, she found a gap to enter through an open window at the end of the building.

She quickly entered the building undetected by anybody that was already inside the building.

...

Meanwhile, inside the building,

The smell of cigarettes is so strong in a room resembling a dimly lit dining room but the size of the room was quite big. Several men are sitting at a dinner table enjoying beers and playing cards.

And not long after, the long-haired black man who had just returned came into the room, joining them. He picked up a can of cold beer, but someone asked him before he could take a sip.

"Are you done, Troy!?" A man with a scar on his face looks at Troy curiously.

Troy didn't rush to answer. He kept on sipping his beer until his beer can was empty.

After he threw his empty beer can into the trash, his gaze calmly landed on the man with a scar on his face. "Yeah! That stupid guy has finally been sealed forever!"

"Bwahaha!!" Evil laughter resounded throughout the room, making them all stare at the bald man at the other end of the table.

"Troy, Troy... You are dumber than him. Why did you make such an amateur mistake? Why did you use someone else to do this job? You can kill that guest alone. Damn it!!" Continued the bald man with a suspicious glance at Troy.

"Indeed! You're risking our organization, Troy! What if the police can find you?" said another man.

"That would be troublesome. We have experienced many setbacks on this island. Several of our missions failed as if someone was sabotaging us." The bald man said. And then he drank his beer again, trying to suppress his rage.

"Damn!! The failure reminds me of team C. They failed to exterminate a little girl!!" The man with the scar on his face chimed in.

pαndα,noνɐ1,сoМ "Bwahaha!! That poor team, they're in doom right now! Looks like they won't be able to return to this industry. They are badly injured!"

Troy felt like slapping his face after hearing what they said. He did make a mistake. He didn't expect that stupid staff to leave so many traces and be caught by the police quickly.

He had no other choice but to kill him. Afraid that the man would talk about their brief meeting and could lead investigators to their organization.

...

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the men, Scarlett was hiding in the corner of the room near the cupboard. She could clearly hear the ridiculous altercation between the men. And Scarlett couldn't help but laugh inwardly at what was happening in the room.

She can't believe it. This person was as idiotic as the men claiming to be assassins she beat to death months ago.

'Shimmer Hands Assassin's Guild, you guys messed with the wrong person! Now, let me help you to retire from this profession!' She muttered to herself.

She started to move, but...