Chapter 102
Wow, that’s amazing.
How can she be so perfect without a single flaw?
It’s just incredible.
Bellieta placed her hand on the windowsill.
In reality, she had achieved nothing this time.
She didn’t kill Sierra, didn’t injure Aden, and didn’t manage to kill Fiorette.
From the beginning, Bellieta didn’t even think she could kill Sierra.
It was just too straightforward.
Sierra falling for such a simple trick? Bellieta never considered that possibility at all.
Still, she tried to confuse Sierra and collapse the mine for one reason only.
“Saving that kid… how absurd. How can someone so nice save and care for someone who tried to kill you?”
This whole thing was a test for Fiorette, and it was meant to kill her.
She intentionally messed up the bomb she gave Fiorette.
She had Fiorette do things separately.
She knew Fiorette was wavering but made her do it for that one reason.
If Fiorette killed Sierra, that would be satisfying. If she didn’t, it didn’t matter.
Because in the end, Fiorette would have vanished, sacrificed to the bomb.
But Fiorette didn’t die; she was perfectly fine.
Moreover, she was taken in by Sierra.
“Does she think she’s won against me by now? Or is she planning to dig into my back using Fiorette?”
It didn’t matter what she thought.
In the end, she would just end up losing something precious after all her pointless struggles.
“Crediol.”
“You called?”
In the empty space, a figure appeared, bowing down.
The darkness and shadow of Bozbourne.
And a secret that shouldn’t be exposed.
Bellieta turned to the man with the heavy voice and spoke.
“I’ll need your help moving forward. I need someone reliable who will temporarily be at my disposal now that my dog has left me.”
“Understood. Call me whenever you need me.”
Bellieta nodded and gestured for him to leave.
The darkness enveloped the man, shrouding him in smoke until he disappeared.
Bellieta stared at the empty floor before slowly turning her head.
Thinking about Sierra, who probably believed she had won, Bellieta felt her lips curl into a smile, but it quickly twisted into a grimace.
She bit her teeth together, finally unleashing the anger she had been holding in by slamming the display case.
It wasn’t a very strong blow, but the dishes inside shattered loudly.
The sound of shattering rang through the air.
Although the noise was sharp, it felt refreshing to Bellieta.
As she looked at the broken dishes on the floor through her disheveled hair, her eyes narrowed.
“Amazing. In the end, she got everything she wanted.”
She hadn’t thought she would be able to kill Sierra, but she also hadn’t considered that Fiorette would survive.
Yet, once again, Sierra saved Fiorette.
This time, it was Sierra who took the next step above her.
Belieta felt like she was constantly falling behind.
It wasn’t just that she couldn’t have Sierra; there was a growing fear that Sierra might rise up against her.
“Do you think I can’t win? There’s no way.”
Bellieta exhaled heavily, gathering her breath and allowing a faint smile to creep onto her lips.
It was a close battle in the end.
It was a battle of who could deceive and steal from whom the most.
“Sierra… you can’t beat me.”
I have too much, and you have too little.
Before you take what’s mine, you’ll lose everything you have.
So this chicken race will ultimately turn out to be a battle with a predetermined outcome.
“I can’t wait to see you, Sierra. My most precious friend.”
I hope to see you soon.
You, drowning in despair and screaming.
A small smile spread slowly across Belieta’s face like rain soaking into the ground, as if she were under the influence of some drug.
Psycho.