Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 151 - 151: It was caused by the attacks! You get it

Kyle dragged him by the ankle and yanked him down, pushing him hard against the ground. His hands lunged for Viktor's throat, but Viktor blocked the attack with his elbow and countered, his nails aiming straight for Kyle's neck.

Kyle moved backwards, narrowly dodging the strike. Both men were breathing heavily, their eyes locked with stubborn determination.

Neither was willing to give up until one of them emerged victorious.

"Um...st-stop," Mira stammered, her trembling voice going unnoticed. The two men continued their brawl, treating her presence like thin air.

"B-boss put me in charge of both of you- STOP!" Mira shouted, summoning every ounce of confidence she could muster. Surely invoking the boss's name would make them behave.

"Huh?!!" Both men paused mid-motion and turned to her in unison, their dark gazes like twin storms. Mira froze under their stares, her spine-tingling with fear.

'Someone please take me out of here.' she thought, internally shedding tears.

"She's coming back today!" Zane's voice, full of surprise and joy, cut through the tension. He read his wife's message again and his face lit up in joy.

Kyle and Viktor froze. The fiery energy of their fight dissipated instantly.

Their eyes darted to the surrounding destruction.

"It was caused by the attacks! You get it," they said simultaneously, glaring at each other as they said the same words to Mira, whose expression was like she had seen her saviour.

Mira quickly caught on to their excuse and nodded fervently. "Right, caused. Of course,'' she said, eager to defuse the situation.

With an unspoken agreement to resume their fight later, the two men hurried off to clean up and freshen themselves.

Zane looked at the snack's empty wraps on the ground; he picked them up and threw them away.

Cleaning his face from every snack crumbs, he drank enough water and blew air into his hand to check his breath from any sugary smell.

Feeling confident she wouldn't notice anything, he sat obediently and put on a movie while waiting for his wife to return.

Kyle, meanwhile, changed into a fresh uniform. His heart raced with curiosity. She was coming back after three days. What had she accomplished in such a short time?

He was curious and had to find out, opening up his suitcase and using his hands to skim through the side. His hand touched an inner zip; he pulled it open and brought out a silver box.

Placing it on the table, he made himself comfortable and clicked on the silver box; it shone blue light, and a big hologram screen appeared.

Kyle clicked on it, and four other screens appeared, and a keyboard was in the middle; his long fingers tapped on the keyboard in speedy action, and long codes appeared on the screen.

Kyle's eyes were filled with green codes, as he kept on tapping, hacking into some software surrounding the attack locations.

He found nothing in the two places; he checked the other locations and was able to get footage.

He played it, his fingers came to an abrupt stop, and he watched Cyra's ruthlessness and bloodthirstiness from the video. His heart skipped a beat, and a suspicious blush crept upon his face; his eyes were filled with awe.

He held his hot cheeks and shook his head in denial; what he was feeling was fear and attraction for a strong being and nothing else.

He brainwashed himself, till the blush resided. He focused his mind on the video and tried not to look at Cyra's figure too much.

He saw the next video and was awestruck by Cyra's fast destruction of two bases in two days. So what happened on the last day? He hacked through the hotel feed and saw Cyra follow three women out, and the rest was blank.

He pouted his lips in frustration; he was itching to find out but couldn't, so frustrating. He switched off the small box and placed it back into the suitcase.

Looking at himself in the smart mirror, which turned dim as soon as he left the area.

His aura was normal, stern, calm like he was not the one running wild a moment ago. Only the blue bruises under his clothes told the story.

Viktor fluffed his hair curls, making him look cute and innocent, and put some lip gloss on his pink lips, making sure they looked glossy and full.

He winked at himself and left his room, walking down the stairs in light steps, eagerly waiting for Cyra's arrival.

"His Mistress~" he whispered possessively, with an innocent smile on his face.

Nicole heard her mistress would soon be here; she quickly dragged Louis, who was in the midst of creating another recipe.

After an hour, they heard flapping wings of aerodynes in the air and watched it land in the empty space in front of the mansion. They gathered at the door entrance waiting for Cyra's arrival.

First, pale legs emerged, followed by Cyra's full figure. She wore black shorts and a matching top, her sunglasses shielding her piercing gaze, and her red hair braided neatly behind her.

Before anyone could fully take in her striking appearance, she vanished, reappearing in front of Zane. Wrapping her arms around him, she whispered softly into his ear, "I'm home."

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