Chapter 240 - 240: No one else except me is allowed to assassinate you
Viktor was curious about what Cyra whispered to Zane, but seeing his frustrated expression, he knew Zane hadn't received an answer to his question.
"Maybe because she's older than them. Didn't you catch the slip they almost made when they greeted her?" Viktor made his assumptions and looked over at Cyra to gauge her response.
"Almost, but it's more than that." Cyra's eyes sparkled with a teasing glint as she took in Viktor's confused expression.
"No point in overthinking this. Just freshen up and get some rest, then we'll explore the other half of the island." Cyra muttered, pulling away from Zane and heading upstairs to rest.
Sigh!
Tsk~
Zane let out a frustrated sigh, and Viktor clicked his tongue in response.
…
A few minutes passed, and a knock sounded at the door. Zane walked over and opened it to see four pale-looking women carrying trays with covered plates of various shapes and sizes.
For a moment, a look of surprise and curiosity flashed across their faces as they landed on Zane's charming features.
Zane stepped aside to let them in; the smell of food wafted into his nose, and his stomach grumbled softly.
"Are you Mrs. Cyra's husband?" A curious and bold woman asked politely, the gossiping glint in her eyes nearly blinding Zane.
And the others looked like they were focused on placing the trays down, while their ears were pricked to listen.
"Yes," Zane responded curtly, but it was enough for this woman, who was eager to spread the word across the island.
"We'll be leaving now. If you need anything, ring the bell," One of them said as she pulled the others toward the door — Cyra's brutal fight was still fresh in her mind, and she didn't want to stay any longer.
Just as Viktor stepped down from the stairs, he saw the door closing behind them. He noticed the food on the dining table and realized why those people had come.
He swiftly jogged down the stairs, muttering to himself, "What did they prepare?" As he uncovered a plate, he was shocked to find blood bags stacked neatly in rows.
"Wrong one."
Zane looked over before opening a plate closer to him, and a steaming hot fish porridge was revealed to them.
"Let's eat, I'm starving." Viktor's stomach grumbled loudly, stimulated by the smell of food.
"I'll go call Cyra down—" Zane was cut off when he spotted her red hair from the stairs.
He said nothing more and pulled out a chair to eat, unable to wait much longer.
Cyra came over, and they ate their meals in silence, with only the clinking of cutlery filling the room.
While they were eating, news of their arrival spread across the island, and their island chat group went wild.
[Oh my, did anyone see her clearly? I had to peek out my room window, out of fear.]
[I saw two unfamiliar, handsome men walking beside her. What's her relationship with those two? They look close!]
[Ahh! I know that juicy gossip! Guess what? I just talked to one of them—HE'S HER HUSBAND!!!]
[ My heart is broken.·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·. Why is she married?! I had plans.]
[Stop daydreaming.]
[But her husband is really attractive, though. With that white hair and red streaks, he's just gorgeous! His eyes are a silvery white...my heart skipped a beat!]
[Describe his looks in detail! ASAP! But the one with the silver curls caught my attention more.]
Their chat box was buzzing with messages flying back and forth. Some people had to silence their notifications to avoid disturbing the house – although no one was actually sleeping, anyway.
While the younger generations were full of gossip, the clan heads gathered with various expressions across their faces.
"You're sure she's only here for sightseeing with her spouses?" one of them asked, eyeing Leah.
"But why did she ask if we had recovered from our injuries?" Julia, the Maximus head, gave Lilly a pointed stare.
Her words were like a bucket of cold water on the relief they had felt a moment ago.
"I just remembered, I need to check on the newly discovered chaos space," one of them said, her intentions clear, and it was like a switch flipping on.
"Yes, my granddaughter in Night City just had her first baby, so I need to go visit them."
"My business at the port has been facing issues lately. I need to look into what's wrong."
"My pet has just died."
Excuses upon excuses floated through the air, and all of them scattered, each leaving the island as if a beast was hot on their tails.
Leah looked at the empty seat and sighed, wishing they could bring her along, but she knew it was impossible because her family was hosting Cyra.
…..
Meanwhile, the news of Cyra's aircraft explosion spread among the Aristocrat families, but no one took action first.
Some people also wanted to wait and see what the Dark Organization would do next. They were willing to let days pass to confirm she was truly dead before they began fighting over the island's resources.
Kyle's bracelet buzzed with a new notification. He rolled over in his bed, tossing the covers aside in frustration at the loud buzz.
"Who's that?!" Kyle sprang up on his bed, yanking his hair back and opening his hologram screen with a scowl etched across his face.
[It has been reported that the Desire Island owner was involved in an aircraft crash; her current status and condition are unknown.]
News from the dark web jolted Kyle awake, and his heart skipped a beat. He sprang out of bed and made a beeline for the hologram cube in his suitcase.
Clicking on it, several hologram screens lit up at once, and a keyboard appeared in front of him. He was about to start hacking the news' validity when another message came in.
Seeing who it was, he felt a wave of relief wash over him.
[I'll be returning to the island in five days. If any trespassers cross the Mansion area, they must be killed without question. Tell Nicole to be on guard during this period.] Cyra's message was blunt; if Kyle hadn't already heard about her crash, he would've taken it for one of her usual orders.
"Are you okay—" Kyle began writing a message but erased it, feeling it sounded too concerned for her. They were just the boss and employee, and someone he was trying to assassinate.
He started another message and deleted it again, letting out a frustrated breath—on his sixth try, he finally managed to compose a message.
"I'll inform Nicole of your orders…are you alright?" He quickly clicked send before he could change his mind and delete the message because of his last words.
'Glad she's alive. Only he can kill her—she was his to kill.' A surge of anger washed over him as he realized the Dark organization had come so close to succeeding.
His fingers tapped on the table absentmindedly as he thought about how to find their hideout when a faint sound snapped him back to reality. He glanced at his screen to see a message from Cyra, and his fingers paused for a second before he opened it.
"You care for me, my dear butler."
Kyle's face immediately reddened in embarrassment and subtle shyness, which he wasn't aware of, at her confident tone; he could feel her smirking from across the screen.
"Who cares?! No one else except me is allowed to assassinate you." He quickly sent the message and turned off his hologram screen, face flushed, burying his face in his hand and groaning at what he had written.