Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 92 - 92

Cyra still felt the taste of his blood linger on her tongue. She went back to the Mansion; she didn't want to feed on anyone, so it wouldn't spoil the exquisite taste in her mouth.

She passed the hallway to the kitchen and met her butler, who was eating braised fish in enjoyment. His face was still calm, but his eyes were relaxed and satisfied.

Kyle looked up when he sensed someone's presence. Seeing Cyra, his gaze sharpened with an assessing light.

She walked in calmly and sat in front of him, resting her back on the chair gracefully, and stared at him without rush or avoidance.

Kyle felt his heart beating fast. What does she mean by staring at him like that? He felt unease as if she saw through him.

"What's your motive for being here?" Kyle heard her question, and his heart sank. He wanted to give her a reason he thought of, but what came out of his mouth shocked him.

"To kill you for the organization." His eyes widened with horror; he tried to close his mouth, but his body couldn't move.

"Hmm...what organization?" She asked nonchalant tone. He struggled hard not to talk, and beads of sweat pooled on his face.

"A... I am a freelance assassin. I kill for the highest bidder." The veins in his neck pooped and his face flushed red.

Cyra controlled his mind but kept him awake. She looked at his struggling form without pity but felt her interest awaken.

"Okay, I give you permission to kill me...make it entertaining." Kyle heard her words and looked at her, flabbergasted. He saw her playful, serious gaze, and instantly knew this woman was insane.

But he was challenged by her. He would kill her, and for the first time, he burnt with an intense passion for his target.

"Okay. Now, was the fund enough, or do you need more?" She asked, changing the topic.

Kyle blinked, thrown off guard at her sudden shift in conversation. He calmed his mind and tapped on his bracelet to make his hologram screen visible to her, showing the invoice for the day and talking about what was needed on the island.

"There is no medicine or doctor on the island for the injured..."

"And some asked if they could bring their family...."

Kyle discussed the issues at hand.

Cyra stood up and said, "I give you full charge of running the island. No one should disturb the Mansion or cut down too many trees."

She moved to the door and paused in her steps. "If the hospital is built, let me know, and if the funds are not enough, tell me."

"Oh....and assassinate me with all you got." She said these in a sultry tone before she left. Her words echoed in Kyle's mind.

His tense body relaxed, and his back was soaked in sweat. How did she make him say all that? He bit his fingers and thought hard. 'Yes. It's the eyes.'

It could be said Kyle was a genius assassin; he noticed the little details- him having a record of one hundred kills with no survivors.

His eyes flashed with anger and passion to win. He would kill her. He went back to his meal and finished eating his fish, he ignored the veggies at the side and drank the milk down.

He stood up and carried his plates to the kitchen, dropped them into the dishwasher, and then looked out vacantly through the window, waiting for it to wash.

Walking out of the Mansion, Kyle stretched, feeling the cold breeze caress his face softly. He took in the fresh air and the quietness of the night, and his body relaxed.

He walked back to the staff quarters slowly, enjoying the night breeze. Entering the house, he felt different hidden breaths moving in the shadows and knew instantly the night wouldn't be peaceful.

He would freshen up and go observe how that woman would deal with these people. Opening his room, he found his lazy beast still sleeping by the window.

Blue opened his eyes and swung his tail in greeting to his master before he closed his eyes to sleep again.

"Hmph! Lazy pig. You're enjoying your sleep while you're master's cover was blown." Blue sat up and stretched.

"What do you mean you were exposed today?" Blue asked unhurriedly feeling he was hearing things from sleeping too much, but he couldn't help it. This place is very peaceful.

"Uh-huh...our target knows we are here to kill her." His tone was breezy without any sense of anxiety.

"Meow!...What! We need to get out of here fast. I felt a sense of foreboding before." Blue leaped from the window gracefully.

He went to the traveling bag, using his pink paws to open it. Seeing his master's unbothered form, he nearly screamed.

"But the target said I should kill her." Blue heard this and was stoned in shock.

"Meow?" It's cries filled with questions.

Kyle ignored his beast and entered the bathroom, not forgetting to put the bags in order.

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