Chapter 35
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In an underground base nestled in the Eastern European mountains, Dreykov stood on a steel platform, looking down at the rows of women clad in tight combat uniforms. His eyes were filled with despair as he gazed at them.
Each woman's expression was empty, cold, and ruthless—like soulless machines.
"No, no, no! They're all my assets, you devils," Dreykov muttered, remembering the horrifying actions he had been forced to take under mind control.
He had personally transferred his vast fortune—assets hidden in gray areas—into secret accounts prepared by Natasha. Some of his less valuable holdings had even been sold off. While his visible wealth remained untouched, it was these hidden, illicit assets that he relied on.
The Black Widows he had trained were his foundation, the key to building his empire quickly. His grand plan to manipulate the world economy had only just begun, and now it was slipping from his grasp.
This blow was worse than death for Dreykov.
"They're just a bunch of tragic souls, Dreykov. People like you are destined for hell," Natasha whispered coldly, standing beside him. "You'll use your own fortune to free them, and all the wealth you stole from them will be used for charity, to help them find their families."
She leaned in, her voice even softer, "Your end will come in a dark, lonely alley, and you'll witness it all helplessly until your final breath."