Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 102 - 102

A middle-aged woman stood by the window of a high-rise building, gazing down at the city below, admiring the dotted, that stretched across the skyline.

Beep!

She looked down at her bracelet, and her expression turned cold.

"Bring her in," She ordered, her voice flat with boredom. The women standing guard at the door shifted immediately, pressing their bracelets to relay her command.

After ten minutes, the door creaked open, and a woman was dragged in by two other stoned-faced women.

Mira didn't struggle. Her eyes were deadly calm, accepting her fate; she knew this woman wouldn't let her go now that she was of no use.

She walked forward calmly, needing no persuasion from the guards.

"Oh, the business genius is here," The dark-haired woman mocked, her voice dripping with venom. Her once warm eyes now bore into Mira with icy disdain.

She left the window and sat on the couch with her legs crossed, gazing at Mira's condescending smirk.

Mira stared at the woman who, just a week ago, had treated her like a mother- this cold-hearted woman who would do anything for power: Madam Eleanor Black.

The head of the second branch of the BLACK aristocrat family of the 12th city ruling aristocrat family.

Mira's glare burned with such hatred and disappointment that Eleanor's face twisted with distaste.

"You worm. Who gave you the audacity to look at me like that? she spat, her voice cold and laced with aristocratic arrogance. ''You should be grateful to even breathe the same air as me."

Mira's fists clenched at her sides, the betrayal cutting deeper with every word. ''why?'' her voice cracked, but she pressed on, desperation fueling her.

"Why did you pick me up and train me all these years? Why make me believe I had a family?" Mira shouted, devasted and filled with hatred for this woman. How could this cold-hearted woman hide behind such a calm, honest face? How had she been deceived for 24 years of my life?

"Hmm... What a simple answer.'' Eleanor shrugged, her tone indifferent.

''I picked you out of the gutters because you would make a beautiful toy for my daughter's entertainment. But who knew you would be so grateful? You worked hard and displayed your talents as a business genius. So what else? I left you to build an empire for me. You even made me the richest among the Black ruling family in Echo City. But you had to stand in my daughter's light...'' she trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid.

"So, I was just a toy who helped... and now I'm being discarded because of your daughter's jealousy. Haha... "Mira's green eyes lost their luster; her tone was filled with pain and agony.

She laughed bitterly, tears dripping from her eyes, making her look pathetic in the woman's eye.

She frowned with disgust as she watched Mira's tears stain the fur carpet beneath her.

"Take her away, and give her a clean, painless death. This is the last kindness I'll show you. Be grateful for it. " She gave the guards her others.

As they carried Mira out, she heard Eleanor's voice from behind. "Someone replace the carpet." Eleanor's tone filled with disgust, as if she were talking about removing trash.

Mira followed them lifelessly, her mind filled with memories of small little actions she ignored before.

She recall their disregard for her when she was sick, instead, they hypothetically made her work with the excuse of other families targeting them. They never ate at the same table as her. They always made her take the blame for her daughter's faults.

As memories flooded her mind, Mira became calmer and calmer. A new emotion surged through her mind like a rising tide: Rage.

They will lose everything they ever wanted- power and wealth. All of it'' she thought, her mind now clear and focused.

"First, I have to find a strong backer and lay low for a while,'' she planned as they reached their destination.

They stopped beside a port with several boats bobbing on the water. In a dark corner, one of the women pulled out a syringe filled with yellow liquid and injected it into Mira's neck.

Mira felt her body gradually grow colder as if freezing from the inside out. The women watched as the drug worked its way through her system.

After two minutes, Mira's body turned blue, as though frozen to death. They checked her heartbeat to confirm she was gone, and they saw no signs of life and noticed her bracelet rusting, they left her.

Minutes passed. As her bracelet was on the verge of turning to dust, Mira's eyes snapped open.

"Haah...cough..." Her bracelet regained its shine in seconds.

Her tattoo on her shoulder, a set of seven sticks, shifted. One disappeared, leaving six. She still has six lives left. Mira was glad she had never revealed her secret. She had a cat soul beast that granted its master nine lives.

She summoned her light brown Persian cat, and it meowed lazily.

"How did you die again?" the cat asked in a lazy tone, unable to muster any concern for its master's latest death.