Zosia: Quick Transmigration System
Chapter 135 - 133- ARC 4 {Face Off}

The door clicked shut behind her, and she turned to leave, only to find herself face-to-face with Damian.

His expression was unreadable, but his piercing gaze bore into her, flickering briefly to the briefcase in her hand and the faint bloodstains on her gloves.

Zosia froze for a moment, her smirk fading into a more neutral expression as their gazes locked. The silence between them was electric, the air heavy with unspoken tension.

Damian slowly walked up to Zosia, his eyes filled with derision,"So, this is what you are now?" He said with mockery filled tone.

Zosia said nothing, just staring at him, wondering if punching him on the face would be okay. The thought alone sounded tempting.

"Tsk.... What was I expecting. All you know how to do is soil the family name." Damian continued, his eyes filled with unknown fury.

As for why he was angry, even he himself doesn't know why. Maybe, it's because he hadn't known that Auriel was X.

Maybe, if he had known, he wouldn't have admired her or even boast to his friends that X was his role model.

"You seem to be forgetting something young master Damian. I am no longer part of the Queens. Now, excuse me as I have somewhere to go." Zosia turned to leave but was dragged back by Damian, who had is hand latched on the brief case.

"Oh! Now I understand. You are after my money." Zosia said with a derisive smirk, her gaze gradually turning cold.

"I don't mind using you for a warm up, if you don't remove your hand." Zosia said coldly, making Damian turn stiff.

Damian's hands trembled, that he hurriedly stuffed them into his pockets. He couldn't let Auriel see such an embarrassing side of him.

Seeing Damian's embarrassing actions, she sneered and turned to leave.

"Father said that you weren't the one who sent an assassin after Aisha, but your work now says otherwise." Damian words halted Zosia in her tracks.

Zosia turned to look at Damian like as if she was gazing at some idiotic ant.

"Sometimes, you should use your brain. Why would I hire an assassin for Aisha when I could do it myself and it will be cleaner, easier and there will be no traces left.

If I really hated Aisha as you think, then do you think she would have been able to live for the past three years? Besides, you Queens keep suppressing me left and right without a breathing space, only wanting to see me crawl on the streets. Yet, after finding a way to fend for myself, I am still referred to as a disgrace.

You know what?"

"What?" Damian asked, his adam apple budging.

"It beats me that the person who finds my job a disgrace, still comes to admire the same action that is considered filthy for his eyes."

Damian froze at Zosia's words, his face hardening as her accusation hit home. He clenched his jaw, his pride battling against the truth she had so bluntly thrown at him.

For a brief moment, neither spoke, the tension crackling like static electricity in the narrow corridor.

"Tsk, so you you think you are something worthy."

"What's it to you?" she said, her voice cold, her smirk returning. "Don't you have something better to do than criticize me, Damian?"

"Tsk." He scoffed, crossing his arms as he looked her up and down with disdain. "I used to think X was someone worth admiring. Turns out, it's just you. Disgraceful as ever."

Zosia's smile didn't waver, but her eyes glinted dangerously. "You seem upset. Did your idol just fall off the pedestal you built for them?"

Damian's fists clenched, his jaw tightening.

"I didn't know it was you," Damian said finally, "If I knew you were the one, It would have been different. Besides, the Auriel I know is as disgraceful as ever, just like now."

Zosia let out a dry laugh, the sound devoid of humor. She let Auriel emotions take control.

From the moment she saw Damian, Auriel emotions have been threatening to unleash itself.

"You think you know me? You don't. You never did. Just like the rest of the Queens. All of you see what you want to see. A tool, a scapegoat, or, in this case, a disappointment." She stepped closer, her eyes locked onto his, her tone venomous.

"But X? That's all me. Every punch, every victory, every damn drop of blood spilled in that ring—it's mine. And I won't let you or anyone else take that from me."

"You think your measly words would hurt me? Nope, not even a scratch." Zosia's ice cold eyes stared straight at Damian, causing him to feel a chill. Zosia said each word, one by one, making sure to lay emphasis on them.

Walking close to him, her hand produced a dagger.

The sudden appearance of a dagger, scared the shit out of Damian, but he couldn't let himself show any weakness or flatter, so he stood there defiantly, wanting to have a face of with Auriel.

"You know not suffering, but I can give you one." Zosia said venomously, tracing the silver dagger across Damian's face, "Imagine this dagger, creating incisions across your face and each wound made, iodine, methylated spirit and salt is poured on them. Tell me, how much pain you would feel?"

"Don't try me Damian, you wouldn't like the consequences and not even the Queens will be able to back you up.

Just like how they threw me like garbage, they will do same to you without a second thought."

Suddenly Zosia felt a drop of sweat land on her palm. Looking at the sweltering Damian, she smirked.

"See how you are sweating, like as if you are being roasted." Zosia said, dropping her arm down and sending the dagger back into her space.

"You may think that bonding with Aisha will give you the right as an heir, but you forgot something and I wouldn't be the one to tell you that." Zosia said with a smile and continued, "You know? It's surprising how despite being the eldest, you have the brain of a fly."

Damian hands clenched into a fist but he was unable to retort. He gritted his teeth as those were the same words his father always said to him.

How much he hated those words? How much he hated how they looked down on him, insulting his intelligence time and time again.

Zosia seeing how worked up Damian was from just one word had a smile bloosoming on her face.

"How does saying those words, make you feel?"

Damian didn't answer but threw a punch at Zosia who easily dodged it.

"You want a fight?" Zosia asked, her aura changing from her usual lazy aura to that of a predator, almost suffocating Damian who tried to balance himself on his feet.

Before Damian could figure out what to say, the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted them.

Both turned to see Nicholas and Killan striding toward them with Nicholas face bearing a mix of irritation and concern, while Killan on the other hand was as expressionless as always.

"What's going on here?" Nicholas demanded, his gaze flicking between them. "Damian, this isn't the place for your family drama."

Seeing how Damian reined in his emotions, Zosia scoffed and turned away. "Coward." She spat and started walking toward the elevator, her grip on the briefcase tightening.

"Zosia, wait," Nicholas called after her, but she didn't stop.

Damian watched her retreating figure, his emotions a tangled mess. He couldn't even properly describe his emotions.

Killan watched the scene, a flicker of emotion passing through his eyes before fading back to his usual expressionless look.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you tired of making her life hell enough?" Nicholas said as he berated Damian who stood there without saying anything.

"Be careful not to corner a rabbit with nothing to lose. As a cornered rabbit, is more dangerous than the wolf in the forest." Nicholas said and walked back to his office, leaving Killan standing with Damian.

Killan glanced at Damian but said nothing and turned to leave.

From what happened, he could guess some things. The Queens must have been pressuring Auriel, making her unable to make a living but to work here.

Knowing Auriel's pride, unless on the verge of death would she beg you.

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Meanwhile, in the underground parking lot...

Zosia reached her car, the brief case no longer in her hand. She had put it into her space, when no one or camera was watching.

Learning against the car door, she allowed Auriel's emotions to settle before locking it back up.

This time around, she had control over the host emotions and reactions, if not it would have been disastrous everytime she met Killan.

One might ask, has her power not reach the point where she could snuff out the original host emotions.

Indeed, it has reached that point. But, what's the need of doing that, when she would still leave, returning the body back to the original owner.

Instead of having to do that, she could lock the emotions, thereby making sure it wouldn't interfere with what ever she was doing.

Zosia noticed a peering gaze that had been locked onto her for a while. She had some guesses, as for how correct the guess was, it was left for her to see.

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