Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 145 - 145- Umm...just passing by

Cyra, who had cursed the earlier discussions, remained calm as she stripped off her clothes and sank into a relaxing bath of cold water.

She braided her hair tightly, preparing for tomorrow's fight. Afterwards, she set out her outfit for the day ahead, pulled the curtains closed to block any stray light, and lay on the bed to sleep.

......

Zane woke up and stretched his arm across the bed, only to find an empty bed. He sighed, missing his wife more than ever. His mood remained low until he checked his messages and saw one from her.

"How are you? Are you injured? I hope you're not only eating snacks." She written.

Her words soothed him, and when she mentioned finding a dessert chef for him, he laughed, picturing a table full of desserts.

He swallowed just from his imagination- he checked the time, wondering when they would arrive.

As he walked downstairs, he passed Kyle. "Have those two come yet?" Zane asked casually.

Kyle nodded in greeting. "They're on the sea now- should be here in about an hour." His reply brought a smile to Zane's face.

Walking past each other, Kyle planned to head to Mira's office to organize some documents.

But his steps slowed when he noticed Viktor sneaking into the forest, swinging a towel over his shoulder. Kyle's brow furrowed.

Viktor, sensing Kyle's gaze, turned only to see Kyle staring at him as if he was doing an unlawful act. Snorting, "Don't look at me like that. I've finished all my work- I'm not running away."

Kyle was about to ignore him, but Viktor's words angered him, "I didn't say anything, but it seems you brought it up, maybe you're feeling guilty. Just make sure no one slips past your post while you're...busy.'' His advising superior tone made Viktor's brows frown.

Mira, who had something to ask Zane, walked out from the corner and felt the situation was charged with sparks, so she backtracked, not wanting to be in the middle, but with both of their sharp senses, they stared at her together.

"Umm...just passing by. I won't disturb you." She was about to turn but was stopped by Viktor's question.

"Miss Mira, do you think I am a careless, playful person who would ignore an important task?" Before Mira could form words in her mind.

Kyle refuted, "But on the first day, you were late playing around and on the second-"

"Why are you bringing up that again? I have apologized...you stric..."

"You want to call me strict...my job description is to be in charge of all the staff, both the playful ones..." They argued back and forth, wanting to come out as who was right, so they faced Mira to choose.

Mira was sweating; she was in a difficult situation right now, and she couldn't anger anybody by choosing the other- fearing for her life, she said, "Both of you are strong men and do your jobs well."

They looked at her in disgust, "Are you stereotyping us? What do you mean, by strong men...do you feel that we can't do the work of a woman." Viktor's words were seconded by Kyle's words, "Your thoughts are very wrong ..."

They agreed and faced Mira together, berating her intensely. Mira stood there and doubted her life; how had it come to this? Weren't they fighting? Why were they joining together to finish her off?

Kyle and Viktor nodded at each other and went on their way, leaving the stupid Mira, who swore never to appear whenever they were fighting amongst each other.

Louis and Nicole on the yacht looked at the island view far from them; Nicole didn't know it was an actual island she was going to. Damn her mistress is wealthy.

Louis was sprawled on the railing, using his hands to touch the flying water, he saw some jumping fishes swimming by and looked at everything in happiness.

He took deep breaths, breathing in the salty air and felt refreshed and relaxed; he couldn't wait for the future in store for them and hoped their employees were human and not disgusting like the aristocrat's family.

...

In another secluded part of the mountain forest, a house was built with women armed and standing with vacant eyes like robots without feeling.

In the room, a beautiful woman frowned and threw her glass cup on the wall beside the woman who brought the news.

Due to the intensity of her anger, cracks appeared on her face, and she spoke in a gloomy, hoarse tone, which was grating to the ears.

"Do you mean to tell me that two of my experiment bases are destroyed by a single woman?"

The woman at the receiving end knelt from fear and nodded. The woman stood up and slit the woman's throat, making the woman's eyes widen in shock.

"Useless." She tapped on her bracelet, "Bring me every info on that woman." Her eyes glowed creepily in the dark room.