Chapter 1162: cut your life short myself
"Why would I want to be number 2, when I should be number 1?"
Ram and Wolf guessed it right. When they heard that the first time, they couldn’t help but wince. After all, if there was a number Hera loathed was that number two.
"That is your concern with everything I said?" Ulysses was in disbelief. "Hera, I can repeat everything I said if there’s something that isn’t clear... to you."
He trailed off as Hera retracted her feet from the table, facing him squarely. "You, listen here," she crooked a finger as she continued, "I don’t need you to repeat that long novel you got for us to not understand what you’re trying to do."
"You are telling me that I had to join your little cult if I want to survive?" Hera snorted. "And who gave you this idea?"
"You don’t understand," Ulysses frowned. "You’ll end up depleting all your resources, but the Oxley Family would barely have a dent. We’re doing this for you —"
"You’re doing nothing for me," she argued. "What you are doing is replacing someone that threatens the rest of the four families. Do you think I am better than Florence Oxley? She breaks the rules that everyone else strictly follows, yet you want to replace her with someone who is known for breaking even the laws of God."
"I thought if I put the numbers in, you’d get that I will never bend. But it seemed you don’t get it at all." Hera’s mood was a giveaway of how annoyed she felt at everything she heard. "My name is Hera Cruel. I am not an Oxley, and I will never be an Oxley."
As soon as those words rolled out of her tongue, she pushed herself up. Gazing down at him, she sneered and walked away.