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Chapter 1090: Face of an angel, eyes of the devil

Chapter 1090: Face of an angel, eyes of the devil

Hera looked to her left and then to her right. Primo and Moose were wearing long faces, the corners of their lips almost hitting the ground. Dark invisible clouds hovered over their heads; she could practically hear the thunder in them.

"Should we try the legal way?" she suggested. This time, both men looked at her with a dead expression. "What? You think illegal and dirty money is a bad idea. How about doing it legally?"

Moose squinted his eyes at her while Primo scoffed.

"Hera, do you understand the problem? It’s not about making money," he clarified, in case she truly went out of touch. "It’s about needing a ton load of them in a short span of time. Dragon’s money won’t last long."

"Hera!" Moose suddenly held her shoulders, forcing her to face him. "Get back together with him."

"Huh?"

"Beg on your knees, say you’re sorry, and that you’d spend the rest of your life serving him." Moose nodded at her encouragingly. "This is the only way. Go home and apologize to him. Tell him you can’t live without him and that you’d rather die if you’re not with him. Redeem yourself and tell him you didn’t mean everything you said."

Hera’s face twitched, feeling Moose’s grip on her shoulder tighten.

"After all, it’s the same. We’re all going to die anyway," Moose continued. "Do this for the sake of the many. Sacrifice yourself."

"And my children?"

Moose and Primo’s faces stiffened. Moose released her shoulders and sighed deeply, cupping his face in surrender.

"You shouldn’t have broken up with him without your money," Moose grumbled. "Now, we only have two choices. It’s either we die on the mission, or starve to death."

"You are an able man. Unlike Primo, who is a cripple, you can work."

"Hey! I can work and I’m still here and I can hear you! Thank you very much!" Primo hissed, looking at his heavy prosthetics. "I’m not that cripple — just half cripple."

"You won’t qualify for a boxing match," Hera commented, shutting up when he glared daggers at her.

"Just think that the company you’ve been working in will announce its bankruptcy," Hera surrendered, trying her best to cheer them up. "It happens. It’s no big deal..."

She bit her tongue as the two men looked at her with a dead and vacant stare. She raised her hands once more.

"Sorry," she remarked. "I shouldn’t have stolen money from him if I knew he’d gonna get it a thousand folds."

Primo furrowed his brows. "You stole from your husband?"

"This girl is just vile." Moose clicked his tongue continuously. "That money was supposed to go somewhere else, but you stashed it away."

"In my defense, I was supposed to send it elsewhere," she defended.

"And it just happened to go in your vault?" Primo’s dismay toward her stretched to a new horizon, shaking his head in disbelief. "Don’t tell me what you’re going to say next is, you just forgot to send it to where it was supposed to?"

Hera ran her tongue across her inner cheek, her words rolling back to her throat, because that was what she planned to use as her next defense.

"No," she denied. "That’s not it."

"Haha." Moose laughed in mockery, looking away from her. "You’re hopeless."

"I agree." Primo nodded. "She even steals from the one whom she claimed as the love of her life. How is she going to treat us? Who are nothing but cockroaches in her eyes?"

"Hah... cockroach..." Moose furrowed his brows as horror slowly turned up on his face. When he turned to her, he pointed a finger at her as he warned, "Don’t you dare touch my money."

"I never thought about it." Hera shook her head. "But now that you mention it, I might."

"Hey!"

"Wait, you have money?" Primo gasped. "And you’re not sharing?"

"Are you my wife?" Moose exclaimed in distress.

"Well, at this point, I’ll probably bend over for you." Primo’s answer earned not just Moose’s dismay, but Hera’s intrigue. "What? I’m broke. I might as well dance in a gay bar."

"You passed the bar with flying colors. I’m sure you’re going to pass that bar too." Hera showed him a thumbs-up, making Primo frown. "Good thinking."

"You do understand I’m in this crap because of you, right?"

"You’re out of prison."

"And at this point, I can’t help but think prison is much better. Free food, no rent, and bills," Primo argued back at this heartless and shameless woman who showed zero remorse for their situation. "Nevermind. This is pointless."

"It is," Moose agreed. "It’s pointless talking to her. Shameless is her middle name."

Again, Moose and Primo found themselves sulking. This time, they cupped their faces, worried about their future. Not that they believed they would starve, but without enough supplies, it would be too risky to complete Hera’s goal to clean the underground.

Well, cleaning the underground was impossible, anyway.

It was like swatting cockroaches. No matter how many they kill, someone else will rise to power. But then again, cleaning the underground was simply a metaphor. What Hera truly meant by that was wiping out all their enemies.

Hera looked at her left and then right again, cupping her face just like them. She also frowned a little, pondering about something.

"Should I do that?" she hummed after a second, but the two didn’t react. "Court Dom, and beg him to take me back. Even though, obviously, I’m the one who ended us."

This time, Primo and Moose slowly set their eyes back on her. "Are you serious?"

"Or I can just marry Elliot. My money went to the Interpol anyway," she continued. "Sadly, Ram is not as rich as he should be. I guess being a clean politician also means you’re not rich, but also not poor."

Moose and Primo shook their heads helplessly. Meanwhile, Hera raised her brows as she gazed at the ground three meters from them.

"Let’s talk about how to solve our money problems later." She jumped out of the hood, walking ahead. "For now, let’s deal with the target."

"Tsk." They both clicked their tongue, peeling their buttocks from the hood of the car to follow here.

The three of them stopped in a vacant space with Primo and Moose pulling the straps on their shoulder and pointing their rifles to the ground. Hera, on the other hand, squatted down while still playing with her folding knife.

They stared at the ground until they caught dust ascending. After another several seconds, a secret passage from the ground opened up. The man, who was climbing his way up, squinted his eyes. He coughed at the dust, waving in front of his face. When he peeked up, his face froze as soon as he saw a living warning he used to hear in the underground.

[Once you see the face of a goddess, but the eyes of the devil, RUN.]

It was true. Hera had the face of a goddess; she even looked a hundred times better than the only picture they got. However, at the same time, her glinting eyes full of malice, which was screaming death, took away all chances for anyone to admire her physical appearance.

"Say, Gabriel Alvarez," Hera dawdled, still playing with her folding knife. "How much do you think you’re worth to your boss?"