Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 164 - 164: I'll pass your appreciation along

"Mhm…" Viktor groaned in pain, pinned to the bed as if his bones had turned to lead.

Every small movement sent sharp pain through him, leaving his face flushed and his eyes watery.

He regretted skipping the ointment; now his muscles throbbed with sharp pain.

'I'm getting soft,' he thought. This pain was nothing compared to experiments in that white room, where tubes and wires pumped strange liquid into him.

"It's not like me to be pitiful…snap out of it," Viktor muttered loudly, and a playful smile bloomed upon his lips.

He sat up and stretched his muscles into different postures as if he were performing masterful yoga poses.

After a deep breath, he felt refreshed. In the bathroom, the mirror lit up, clearing automatically.

He pressed the mirror, and it slid to the side, showing bottles of wound treatment prescription, including bandages and ointments of different brands.

Choosing a brand, the mirror moved back to place; he took a hot bath and applied it generously all over his body.

Checking up on pain through their bond, he left the room in time for Micheal to walk out of his.

Viktor almost forgot about this person; he ignored him and walked downstairs; Micheal looked at his leaving figure and snorted.

"How can a gardener disrespect me? I promise when I get that woman I will sack this gardener immediately." His arrogant delusional thought flared through his mind.

But first, he has to get information about her likes and dislikes, every single detail before he implements his plans. Where can he get such information? The people here are tight-lipped as if they know nothing, and even if they knew, they wouldn't say.

Yesterday, he went through all the staff working in the mansion, dropping subtle hints for them to spill, but all he learned was that the mysterious boss paid on time and Zane was her only husband. That's it.

He hesitated to ask the butler or Zane yet, fearing they'd suspect his motives. It seems he would just observe and integrate fully before he made any move.

Days past as Zane absorbed more art knowledge, with the island settling a normalcy.

Micheal grew anxious seeing Zane progress. He tried to form an accidental meet-up with Cyra, but for the life of him, he had not seen a glimpse of this person since their first meeting.

One afternoon, he purposely waited around the place Kyle would pass. Seeing Kyle's figure coming, he feigned surprise.

"What a coincidence, I was about to look for you." He paused seeing Kyle's calm eyes focused on him.

"Okay, what do you need?" Kyle asked in a flat tone, already feeling a yawn breaking out from his throat. He had been watching this man's actions and lost interest along the way. He was no threat to them only a delusional vane person.

"Oh…Since we arrived, the owner has taken great care of us. To show my appreciation…I would like to thank her in person." Micheal said with a tone dripping with gratitude, his eyes flashing with sincerity, looking more delicate.

"My boss doesn't like to be disturbed by irrelevant things… I'll pass your appreciation along. Excuse me." Kyle left those words.

Micheal's fingers dug into his palms, "irrelevant things." These words echoed in his mind, and he barely restrained himself from lashing out.

As soon as there was no sign of Kyle, "Ahhhh….me irrelevant thing. Ah! I will kill you! Tear off that disgusting face and crush the arrogant attitude to dust." He screamed out, his face contorted into a distorted mask making his delicate face look ugly.

After venting his emotions, he calmed down and his expression returned to his delicate mask. It seems he has to befriend Zane to get closer to Cyra.

Kyle stepped out of his hiding place, watching Michael leave with a sly smile. A plan brewed in his mind—to lead Michael on and then shatter his hopes.

He hummed as he went back to his duties, keeping this episode at the back of his mind; he had to finalize the tax payment for the merchants and if Mira's business plans were worth submitting to Cyra.

Deep within the forest, the mansion was guarded by emotionless women. The Dark Order's leader reviewed the attack plans for Desire Island.

"Commence the attack on the first of December…make sure none survives but bring back that woman; her body is useful for experiments." She issued her orders, her croaking laughter echoing as cracks spiderwebbed across her face like a shattered vase.

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