Chapter 1182: Missing Zeros
The date of the Reaper’s final act was set. Everyone was aware they only got several hours with the thought that these might be the last hours of their lives. To be truthful, everyone had to admit the uncertainty of this final act scared them.
They had faced numerous formidable people in the past. People who posed a threat to them. People who would kill them in cold blood. But they weren’t of the same caliber as Florence Oxley or this secret society. They weren’t the same as the Oxley Family, who could make their worst nightmare come to life.
Therefore, everyone used this time to self-reflect, to enjoy, to sleep it off, and to do whatever they could think of that would help them in the next several hours. Fig and a few members of the Reapers decided to have a feast with minimal drinks to enjoy the night. Primo slept it off like a baby. Moose, on the other hand, enjoyed his bubble bath and pampered himself for a change.
Wolf chose to practice his shooting all alone while Ram chose to prepare everything, so they were ready for Victor and Tracy and the goods they were bringing. Joker, on the other hand, buried himself with work that they’d use for their last act.
As for Hera, she went to her father’s room, which was perfectly maintained despite being unused for many years. She went to bed, picking up a small teddy bear she personally sewed for Vicenzo.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she held the small teddy bear and pressed both her thumbs into its stomach.
[Hi, I’m Teddy Hera! Papa, wakey wakey!]
[Papa has a booger — Hera, stop recording me, will you?]
A subtle smile turned up on her face as her eyes softened, hearing her father’s voice from the background. She pressed the teddy bear’s stomach again, listening to her own voice, which always had Vicenzo’s voice in the background.
"Your voice sounds cute." Suddenly, Dominic’s voice came through her earpiece. "What a way to wake up. Hearing little Hera’s voice."
"I can still remember why I made this teddy bear," she shared quietly. "His birthday was coming up back then, and I can’t think of anything else to give him. He’s a man who can get what he wants, but he keeps saying the best gift he has is me. At that time, my mom has had enough of the two of us and watches us carefully, so he stops bringing me along with his appointments."