Chapter 519 Death of the Cheater

Chapter 519 Death of the Cheater

"So, what will it be?" The overweight man asked with an ugly smile that made him look like a second-rate villain from a cheesy action movie.

"Grr..." The woman gritted her teeth and looked at the contract paper in front of her.

As she lowered her gaze slightly, she saw a flintlock pistol dangling from the overweight man's waistband.

'This bastard.' She thought hatefully.

'Seeing him sweating like a pig, he must've run all the way to here. When I was kidnapped in front of the cafe, they did it so boldly that there were many witnesses.

'But he has a good alibi, as there were waitresses who witnessed us being together in that booth, and when he is being questioned about me in the future, he can weasel his way out of it.

'If he had kidnapped me without wasting his time in having this morning meeting, he would've definitely been one of the main suspects.

'I didn't take him as a smart person, or perhaps he has some lackeys in his payroll that whisper ideas into his ear!'

"Final chance." The overweight man moved his coat slightly to reveal his flintlock pistol. "I suggest you start writing before I lose my patience."

"Tch..." She hesitantly grabbed the pen, dipped it in the ink, and hovered the pen over the contract paper.

If she signed this, she would lose the fruit of her life's work for minimal payment.

She was certain that her idea was worth millions of gold, but she was just being offered measly 5,000 golds.

'I have family to take care of. I've invested more than ten thousand golds in my project, so I would lose money if I signed this...'

She thought with a despairing look, but she knew that if she didn't sign this, she would be discovered a week later in a lake with a bullet wound in her head.

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With a sad look, she pressed the pen against the contract paper and was about to start signing the contract.

The overweight man's smile deepened, and his eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

At that moment, some strange shadows gathered over the heads of his three lackeys, who were the kidnappers, and then the shadows metamorphosed into dark, smoky tendrils that enveloped them in a suffocating embrace.

"Ngh!" The three men gasped in terror as they struggled to break free from the tendrils, but it was of no use.

"Ah!" The overweight man watched as his three lackeys were pulled closer to the ceiling, strange shadowy tendrils choking them out.

"What the hell is that?!"

"Eh?" The woman froze and turned around in shock.

Her view of reality crashed down as she saw an impossible scene.

Most of the people in the Great City didn't know about the existence of magic; she was one of them.

After seeing this sight, she lost the feeling in her arm, and the pen gently dropped to the ground with ink spilling all around.

At that moment, the tendrils snapped their necks and dropped them right in front of the overweight man.

"I-Impossible..." The overweight man stumbled backwards, realizing that this could only be the work of a powerful magician!

"A-ah, y-yes..." She replied, but he wasn't sure whether he really understood, as she seemed out of it.

Ambrose shrugged his shoulders, as he didn't really care what she would say. No one would be able to find out their identity anyway.

At that moment, Casper appeared behind him, grabbed his shoulder and disappeared into a black mist, both of them vanishing like they were never there.

The woman shakily stood up and walked over to the overweight man before kicking his dead corpse. Then she left the house, limping slowly down the alley as she had accidentally twisted her ankle during the previous struggle in front of the cafe.

...

Ambrose sat on a rooftop, hidden in shadows, and then saw Casper leaping out of a window of one of the buildings across the street.

It was a very fancy-looking house with three floors, a yard with a nice-looking garden, and a pure white fence to surround it. This whole area was very fancy.

It was clearly a high-class neighborhood.

It was also right next to Golden Knife Street, where Zane Grimm the Third lived.

Casper landed beside him and said, "I gave the information to the client and got paid as well."

"How did she react?" Ambrose asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Very calmly." Casper replied with a scoff and took a handful of coins from the pouch before handing it over to Ambrose. "This is your cut: 300 gold coins."

"Thanks." Ambrose said, and he put them inside his own pouch in the pocket. "So, there wasn't much love between the two, I suppose."

"It is a rare sight if there is actually love in the families of Gold Circle." Casper said with a laugh. "They only marry each other to raise their status.

"This Victoria, the client, was born into a silvertongue family, which wasn't bad by any means. However, she was born very pretty, and her family raised her to marry into Gold Circle one day.

"In the end, she indeed married Gold Circle, but clearly her husband was not what she wanted.

"I guess she finally got a good enough reason to assassinate him, which isn't that uncommon among Gold Circle. They often kill each other, so they have to be on guard against even their own sons and daughters.

"It is a cold world indeed."

"Victoria was afraid of her being replaced by the mistress, I suppose." Ambrose said out loud. "She didn't want to lose her current status, is that right?"

"That's right." Casper nodded. "The target was still useful to her, but after realizing the potential of being replaced, she lost it."

"In the end, he didn't have an affair and seemed to love Victoria." Ambrose sighed and scratched the back of his head. "We truly did something horrible today, didn't we?"

"He deserved it." Casper said. "I know the type. That bastard would've killed that woman off to cut any ties. As long as he had the contract, it didn't matter whether she was alive or dead.

"As alive, she would've definitely fought back in court and would've tried to expose him. Even though he would've won the case, it would've damaged his reputation.

"He wasn't a fool by any means, so she would've died.

"Also, fuck Gold Circle. No one is innocent here, and they all deserve to be burned. Don't feel bad."

"You really hate Gold Circle, huh?" Ambrose said with a sigh and asked, "I am from silvertongue, so don't you hate me?"

"Silvertongues are only the main tools of the rich." Casper said with a scoff. "While I don't find you bastards pleasant either, you're also used by Gold Circle for their own gain."