I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!
Chapter 1089: Slot machine

Chapter 1089: Slot machine

Sebastian raised his brows, watching his father take the phone call while leaving the room. He slowly sat up, eyes still on the shut door. He pressed his lips into a thin line before he mustered the courage to fling his legs out of the bed.

Carefully, he approached the door and placed his ear on it. He heard his father talking quietly before the sound of footfalls sounded distant. Sebastian peeled his ear from the door, twisting the knob to check outside. Upon peeking his head out, he caught his father walking away.

Sebastian pressed his lips together, closing the door quietly. As soon as the door shut closed, he turned around and smiled. Instead of going back to bed, he rushed to get a suitcase underneath the bed. Sitting on the floor, he opened up the suitcase which had a laptop in it.

The laptop immediately lit up when he opened it. He couldn’t turn it off earlier because he knew his father would check on him. Not that he planned to stop everything he was doing right after Dominic tucked him in.

"I think... this is how mommy does it," he murmured, maneuvering his way to every site and program he had been familiar with.

Thanks to Gray, Sebastian had a broad understanding of computers, viruses, firewalls, and all that stuff. His mother taught him a few things that he might need. For instance, hiding his IP and the sort. However, she didn’t teach him to infiltrate an organization’s system, as it was too dangerous. But Gray... it was easy to get answers from him if he only asked in a more pure curious manner and roundabout way.

Well, that was probably one of the things he learned from his mother: getting answers without asking directly.

And now, it came in handy.

"This is her," Sebastian paused, staring at the CIA’s profile on their most wanted list.

[Hera Cruel]

He blinked a couple of times, recognizing the woman’s face as he had seen it not long ago. Not that he hadn’t seen this picture. He often caught his mother in the past looking at this picture.

"Mommy..." he smiled in relief, furrowing his brows when something popped up on the screen. After a second, another one popped up and then followed by a few more.

"Oh, no," Sebastian murmured, using his little finger to fight the virus trying to get into his system. "Don’t be mean. I’m just peeking."

Despite his adorable calmness, Sebastian had no choice but to protect himself from these attacks. After all, his mother told him a battlefield was vicious. He should toughen up. And so he did.

"What icon... hmm..." he hummed as he leisurely chose an image instead of reducing the pop-ups on the side of the screen. "This one looks good."

His lips stretched from ear to ear until his teeth were on full display. He clicked the icon of his choice and then typed a text underneath it.

"Send!" he announced, pressing the enter button with a tak.

As soon as he sent that, the pops-up disappeared without a trace. Sebastian didn’t waste a second as his fingers continued to work on the keyboard. He was only using his index fingers, yet he was incredibly fast.

Surely, this would make Joker proud.

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Meanwhile...

"He’s dead."

Hera glanced to her right while seated on the hood of an SUV. Her eyes instantly fell on Primo, who went with her while the rest were wreaking havoc inside the mansion and some other places.

"The boss," Primo clarified. "He was sighted inside his room. Someone else... just as you expected, shot him."

"Do you now believe that I have the power of foresight?" she humored while playing with a folding knife. "I’m amazing?"

Primo looked her dead in the eye. "Yeah," he answered without a little bit of interest.

"Damn. My allure only lasted this long?" she scrunched up her face in dismay. "Come here, you cute little one."

"Damn it." Primo winced in distress. "Why did I have to stay here?"

"Because no one else wants to get stuck with me?"

"Tiger!" Primo exclaimed, propping his back on the front of the car beside her. "What about him? Shouldn’t he be here to stop you from doing something crazy?"

"Crazy? Like?" Hera cocked her head to the side. "Like stabbing you right now?"

"Yes!" Primo jumped away from her.

"Come on, Primo. No one wants to partner up with me. You’re breaking my heart."

Primo ruffled his hair in irritation, sitting back beside her. Before jumping into action, everyone made a vote. This was because everyone had a reason not to be at arm’s length with Hera. Tiger would stay with her, but he got more important things to do because apparently, he was their best sharpshooter. Moreover, Tiger was commanding this mission while Hera was just here, parked right beside the burning mansion.

Hence, the purpose of drawing the sticks. Sadly, Primo was one of the people who got the shortest stick.

"Moose!" Primo looked back at the other unlucky fellow, catching Moose idling in the back seat of the car. The man hadn’t come out, probably to avoid any stressful conversation with her.

"I’m not in the mood!" Moose peeked his head out of the window. "Until she says her vault isn’t really empty —"

"It’s not empty!" Primo asserted, and just like a flash, Moose jumped out of the car. His face twitched, looking at Moose, who sat on Hera’s other side. "Damn! You’re like a slot machine, aren’t you? You only function if someone put a coin in you."

"If money doesn’t make me move, then what’s the purpose of my character?" Moose sassed back, shifting his eyes to Hera. "So? Was that true? Your vault..."

"Dom got a hold of it."

"Shit!" Moose glared daggers at Primo. "You are the lowest of the low."

"He really is." Hera nodded in agreement. "Maybe the lowest of the lowest low."

Moose scoffed at her. "You’re not the one to talk, Hera. How can you entrust your vault to someone else?"

"He asked me about it while doing foreplay." Hera shrug. "If only you seduced me earlier, I would’ve given you everything. You can try now."

"What’s the point? You’re poor dirt."

"I got Dragon’s money."

"And now the money is there, burning along with this mansion." Moose sighed, glancing at the bombs his colleagues kept throwing at the mansion. "I feel sorry every time they drop a grenade or shoot carelessly. How can we afford our weapons now?"

Hera looked at him and then at Primo. The latter looked away.

"I’m just as poor as you," said Primo reluctantly. "All I got is my face and I’m afraid I’ve got to sell it one of these days."

"I know a few people who will pay you for a night."

"Oh, great!" Moose facepalmed. "Now you’ve fallen to a pimp. So much for going through that intense training just to be a member of this organization."

"Should we sell drugs then? We’re fighting some big cartels anyway." She casually suggested. "We might as well give them more reasons to hate us."

"Oh, lord," Primo sat listlessly beside Hera. "We are really broke, are we?"

"No one will make another request at this point," Moose sulked on the other side of Hera. "After all, we’re going to kill our regular clients who give us plenty of those sweet, not recorded, and dirty money."

"We can do a heist. Or, how about we sell your talents? Alexander is good at keeping criminals from going to prison and Moose is good at... collecting money. Should we start an illegal drug race?"

Primo and Moose frowned, getting more depressed every time Hera suggested how to make money. It only made them feel they were really broke for her to even think of those disgusting businesses she would never touch in the past.