The Heiress They Lost Came Back Overpowered

After dinner, Yvonne Lowell snuggled in her blankets and played on her phone.

Yvonne Lowell’s lips curled into a pleased smile when she saw Iris Chase’s affirmative reply.

’But wait a second... it’s almost midnight in Country M. Not only did Iris reply instantly, but she also said she was at the office working overtime?’

’Is Pluto really that busy? I doubt it. No way...’

’Iris isn’t the type to complain to me. She must have been slacking off during the day.’

’Yep, that has to be it.’

She switched to another phone operating system, opened an app with a solid black logo, and scrolled aimlessly.

She tapped on the latest bounty, and her expression soured when she saw its contents.

Damn it, not a single one of them could give her a moment of peace. She immediately called the person responsible.

"Hiii~~ Lowell, to what do I owe the pleasure of a call so late at night?"

The voice on the other end was as alluring as ever, but there was an unmistakable note of insecurity.

Yvonne Lowell’s voice was flat. "Did you just hijack G Group’s shipment?"

"Huh? What shipment? G Group’s cargo was hijacked? If I’d known, I would’ve gotten a piece of the action. Not that I’ve ever done anything like that, of course."

Ruby shivered involuntarily at the icy chill in her voice, forcing herself to sound calm as she spoke.

Yvonne Lowell sneered, took a deep breath, and let loose.

"Who the hell are you trying to fool? You think your Dad Lowell doesn’t know exactly what you’re like? Are you an idiot? Hijacking the shipment, fine. But could you at least fucking cover your tracks?!"

"They posted a bounty with a picture of half your face on it! And you didn’t even bother to clean up your sloppy trail. You might as well have put up a sign saying: ’Come and get me, you bastards! I’ll be waiting for you right here in Continent Q!’"

"Who else is in this line of work in Continent Q besides us?! If you had just used a damn disguise and covered your tracks, I wouldn’t be this speechless. Five hundred million M Gold just to catch you. Hell, it’s almost enough to make *me* want to take the contract."

You didn’t think she took that deep breath to calm herself down, did you? No, no, no. She was just worried she’d run out of breath in the middle of her tirade.

It wasn’t that she was angry at Ruby for hijacking someone’s cargo. After all, for people like them who operated in the criminal underworld, "you steal my stuff, I steal your stuff" was business as usual.

It’s just that no one had ever dared to steal from *her*, Yvonne Lowell. And if her own people were going to pull a job without a legitimate reason, she had one rule: they absolutely had to cover their tracks.

And now, here was this rookie noob who wouldn’t listen...

Ruby was huddled on the sofa, hugging her knees, looking weak, pitiful, and helpless.

"I... I just heard that G Group’s shipment was all new models... And since their reputation has always been so good... I just wanted to grab a few to take a look, you know, for research... Hehe, yeah, research."

Besides, after she got them back, she found the shipment was really to her liking. The quality was excellent in every respect.

It even gave her a ton of new ideas for improvements, ways to make this batch of munitions even better.

She never thought she’d fail to cover her tracks. They’d gotten away so fast, after all.

Who knew that less than three hours later, the other party would issue a bounty just like that.

Yvonne Lowell pressed her temples, which were throbbing with anger. "Are the fucking blueprints I left you not enough to keep you busy? You just had to pull this shit during the holidays."

"Lowell, I was wrong... I promise, next time I’ll cover my tracks completely before I come back! And this shipment really is nice, you have to save me... No, save our base."

It was her first time doing this kind of shady stuff... She’s usually cooped up in the lab building weapons. Who knew there’d be so many complications?

Yvonne Lowell sighed. "Alright, there won’t be a next time. If you want to steal something in the future, get Felix to do it."

Otherwise, with that pea-brain of hers, she’d probably get caught red-handed next time.

"Okay, okay, I get it! I knew you were the best, Lowell..."

Ruby was still rambling on, laying the flattery on thick, but Yvonne Lowell just rolled her eyes irritably and hung up.

Yvonne Lowell pinched the bridge of her nose, switched accounts, and accepted the contract.

Tapping away on the keyboard, she sent a message to the other party.

She then pulled out a blank sheet of paper and began to sketch. Soon, the outline of a handgun took shape, along with diagrams of several precision components.

After finishing the two blueprints, Yvonne Lowell stretched her stiff neck and opened the app again.

Seeing the other party’s reply, Yvonne Lowell’s eyes narrowed as she murmured softly,

"What a coincidence. The leader of G Group just happens to be in Kingsland?"

Her initial message had offered to trade two new blueprints for the stolen shipment, on the condition that they overlook Ruby’s transgression.

After all, her organization and G Group had always stayed in their own lanes, with a mutual understanding not to interfere in each other’s territory.

Outsiders might not have known it, but she was well aware: G Group, just like them, supplied a portion of their merchandise to Aurelia each year at a special low price. That was why she was willing to extend an olive branch.

Otherwise, just one of her blueprints would have been more than enough for the trade. If the other party refused, a direct confrontation wasn’t out of the question. They weren’t afraid in the slightest.

Yvonne Lowell had previously suspected that the leader of G Group might be Aurelian, but she never imagined they would want to meet her for a face-to-face discussion in Kingsland.

She was confident in her hacking skills. There was no way they could have traced her IP address.

What’s more, she had checked their IP address, and just like before, it was still routing through Continent R.

’Is this just a coincidence... or is something fishy going on?’

’Whatever. No point dwelling on what I can’t figure out.’ She replied to the other party, confirming she could meet that evening.

Once she had the exact time and address, Yvonne Lowell put it out of her mind.

...

「10:00 PM」

Yvonne Lowell told her parents, who were watching TV downstairs, that she was going out for a late-night snack with Nina Jennings. Then she changed her shoes and headed out of the villa.

’Sigh. Nineteen. The perfect age for a curfew and having to report your every move.’

Seeing Yvonne Lowell come out, Nina Jennings said with a broad smile to the security guard at the gate, "Uncle Thompson, we’re just heading out for a late-night snack!"

"Alright, you two go on. Don’t let yourselves get hungry," Uncle Thompson said with a smile.

After their car drove away, Uncle Thompson shook his head helplessly. "No matter how high and mighty her status, she’s still just a kid who gets hungry for a snack at night."

In the car, Nina Jennings couldn’t help but complain, "What kind of weirdo wants to meet at a teahouse at ten o’clock at night? Sounds like some old coot who loves his tea. Aren’t they worried the caffeine will keep them up all night?"

Zachary Jacobs stared at the laptop screen on his lap, his expression grim.

"Nothing abnormal outside the teahouse, but it’s already closed for the night. Not a single customer inside, and there are no surveillance cameras in the private room."

"That’s not surprising. Of course they’d take precautions," Nina Jennings said with a shrug. "But it doesn’t matter. I’ve already called our people in Kingsland to watch the area."

Yvonne Lowell’s lips curved into a slight smile. "I’d be more worried if he *didn’t* take any precautions."

"Alright. I’ll map out the routes. We’ll stay in contact," Zachary Jacobs said, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he typed out lines of code.