Zosia: Quick Transmigration System
Chapter 136 - 134- ARC 4 {Just a little Warning}

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.

Leaning against the car door, she brought out a cigarette and lit one, allowing the smoke to cover her gaze.

Just as she puffed out a smoke, she looked in the direction of where the gaze had come from. She noticed the car at the other side, had someone inside.

Looking at the plate number, she sneered inwardly.

Just then, the car door opened and Aisha who had been in the car stepped down, her eyes filled with derision.

She had noticed Auriel (Zosia) when she had entered the garage and it would be a lie to say she was not shocked. She thought Auriel would have succumbed to suicide by now, after all, the reputation she has in the socialite circle now, wasn't something a few words could clear up.

Aisha had tried to make life difficult for Auriel while she was still in school, just before her graduation, but her father had vehemently refused.

He had even asked her if she was not satisfied enough to have Auriel thrown out of the house.

"How dare he? I am his real daughter, yet he still favoured Auriel. A fake who had stolen her position."

Remembering how she had to force her self to pretend to be a good daughter, a good girl, even flattering some people to further squeeze into the socialite circle, she clenched her first in anger.

Even though she couldn't do much to Auriel while she was still in school, she was able to make her grandfather make sure that Auriel was unable to get a job.

What's the use of a certificate when you can't even get a job. She also made sure that all of Auriel's funds were blocked and the account she had when she was still part of the Queens were blocked and frozen.

It's been three years and she had completely taken her place and everything that Auriel had that should have been hers.

Well, except for Auriel ex- boyfriend. No matter how she tried, she couldn't get him.

What further infuriated her was the girlfriend beside Killan.

She had always felt suffocated, but seeing Auriel today, she could finally let out some steam.

Zosia exhaled a puff of smoke, her sharp gaze veiled behind the curls of gray mist.

The figure from the car finally emerged, it was none other than Aisha. So her guess was correct.

Clad in designer clothing and dripping with the confidence of someone who believed they owned the world, Aisha strode toward her, each step echoing her self-entitlement.

Zosia didn't move, leaning casually against her car as if she hadn't just locked eyes with a predator in designer heels.

"Well, well, well," Aisha began, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. "Look who's crawling back from the shadows."

Zosia tilted her head slightly, feigning confusion. "Crawling? Funny, I don't recall being on my knees. You must be mistaking me for someone else."

Aisha's expression faltered for a split second before recovering. "Still as delusional as ever, I see. But then, what can one expect from someone who couldn't even keep her place in the Queens? Thrown out like the trash you always were."

Zosia took another drag of her cigarette, letting the silence stretch long enough to unsettle Aisha.

When she finally spoke, her voice was calm, laced with an undercurrent of disdain.

"Funny thing about trash," Zosia said, flicking the ash off her cigarette. "It's only trash until someone realizes its worth. And here you are, three years later, still obsessed with me. Makes me wonder who the real loser is."

Aisha's perfectly polished nails clenched into fists at her sides. "Obsessed? Don't flatter yourself. The only reason I'm even talking to you is out of pity. It must be humiliating, scrounging for scraps in the shadows while I've taken everything you once had."

Zosia chuckled, a low, mocking sound that echoed in the empty garage. "Oh, Aisha. You're still playing dress-up, pretending you've won. Let's be clear—you didn't take anything from me. It was handed to you because you were too incompetent to earn it yourself."

Aisha's eyes flashed with fury. "Incompetent? I've built everything I have! Unlike you, I didn't need to hide behind a mask or a borrowed name to get ahead."

"Built?" Zosia repeated with a raised brow. "No, you inherited. Big difference. You're nothing without Daddy's money and the scraps he throws your way. And let's not forget—despite all your so-called achievements, you couldn't even keep Killan. Or was that failure conveniently erased from your perfect little narrative?"

The color drained from Aisha's face at the mention of Killan, replaced quickly by a flush of anger. "You have no right to talk about him! He was never yours to begin with."

Zosia smirked, crushing her cigarette beneath her boot. "And yet, here we are. You still can't stop comparing yourself to me, can you? Even with everything you've 'won,' you're still chasing my shadow."

Aisha stepped closer, her voice low and venomous. "You think you're so clever, don't you? But look around, Auriel— Or whatever you go by now? Trying to reinvent yourself, but you're still the same pathetic nobody."

Zosia straightened, her calm demeanor shifting as her presence filled the space.

She stepped closer, forcing Aisha to look up at her, despite Aisha being on heels, she still wasn't as tall as Auriel.

Zosia's voice dropped, cold and cutting.

"And yet, despite being 'a nobody,' you can't seem to leave me alone. Let me tell you something, Aisha. No matter how many names you call me, how much dirt you throw my way, you'll never be more than a pale imitation. You know why?"

Aisha stared at her, lips trembling with suppressed rage.

"Because unlike you, I don't need anyone's approval to exist," Zosia said, her words precise and deliberate. "You, on the other hand, are nothing without the validation of others. That's why you'll never truly win. And deep down, you know it."

The silence that followed was deafening. Aisha's fury was palpable, her composure cracking as Zosia's words hit home.

"I should have destroyed you when I had the chance," Aisha hissed, her voice shaking.

Zosia leaned in, her smirk returning. "Should've, could've, would've. But you didn't. And now you never will. Also, You never could destroy me."

"You should take your fantasy somewhere else, to someone who has the time." Zosia said.

Aisha's fists clenched tighter, her nails digging into her palms, but Zosia didn't flinch. Her calm, unbothered demeanor was like a slap in the face to Aisha, who thrived on the chaos she thought she could create.

"Tch, coming from a smoker who tried to assassinate me," Aisha spat, a smirk playing on her lips. Her voice was steady, but the fury in her eyes betrayed her.

Zosia tilted her head, her sharp gaze locking on Aisha like a predator sizing up its prey.

She could see the position of Killan and Damian. Their life energy was just bright enough for her to see through the cars that lined the garage. The knowledge brought a flicker of amusement to her features, though she kept her expression neutral.

"Oh, Aisha," she said, her tone dripping with mock amusement. "You even believe the lies you make up yourself. It's almost admirable, really."

"Tell me, if I truly wanted to assassinate you, do you think you'd still be standing here? Breathing? Or do you think someone who allegedly tried to kill you would bother giving you a scholarship? You're not even worth that effort."

Aisha's smirk faltered. "You think this is a game? You tried to end me. If it weren't for—"

"If I wanted to end you," Zosia interrupted, her voice cold and sharp, "you wouldn't be here to play the victim. Let's not flatter you into thinking you were ever important enough for me to waste such effort."

"Besides, you and I know where that assassination evidence came from." Zosia said.

Aisha's smirk faltered for a fraction of a second before she recovered. Deciding to behave like she hadn't heard Auriel's words, she said. "The scholarship was nothing more than a ploy to gain favor. You've always been arrogant and manipulative. You thought, you could use that to make me get on your good side and give up my position."

Zosia let out a low, humorless chuckle. "Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night? That I'm the one scheming while you're the innocent victim? Spare me, Aisha. I don't have the time or the patience for your delusions."

Zosia thought for a moment, How about sowing some seeds... After all, she wasn't exactly lying.

Deciding to do it, as for whether Damian would take it as a warning or not, it would be up to him.

Thinking up to this point, a sly smile appeared on her face as she leaned casually against her car, deciding to stir the pot. "You know, Aisha," she began, her voice loud enough to carry, "you may think others are blind, but some of us see everything. I don't know who sent you to the Queens, but your presence there was no accident."

"I no longer care. After all the Queens threw me out. I just find it strange that the Queens should have felt something was off and investigate, but still....

Anyway, I just hope you remember that the Queens is your family and still is.

If you destroy them due to impulse or emotions of the heart, you would lose the backing you so much struggled to get." Zosia said and opened the door of her car to enter.

"What do you mean?" Aisha asked, trying to hide the panic in her voice but failed.

"You know. So why ask or try to pretend. It's only 2 of us here." Zosia said.

Aisha frowned and decided against saying anything.

Seeing that Aisha wasn't planning on saying anything, Zosia curled her lips into a faint smile.

Aisha's lips pressed into a thin line. The panic in her eyes was evident now, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. But she didn't respond. Instead, she stood there, fists clenched, while Zosia turned the ignition of her car.

As the engine roared to life, Zosia lowered her window and cast a final glance at Aisha.

"Every action has its consequences, Aisha. And karma... well, karma has a way of catching up with everyone. Who knows? Maybe yours is closer than you think."

With that, Zosia reversed out of the parking spot, the screech of her tires echoing in the enclosed space. She didn't look back as she left, but the smirk on her face lingered, knowing she had planted just enough doubt to unsettle Aisha and warn the Queens.

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In the shadows, Killan and Damian stood motionless, their expressions unreadable as they processed everything they had just heard.

Neither spoke immediately, letting the weight of the conversation settle.

Meanwhile, unaware of their presence, Aisha mused out loud, her voice laced with venom. "That bitch. What does she know? How did she even find out about that? I'll deal with her. She won't see it coming."

Her anger coiled around her like a storm as she stalked back to her car, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary. She was too consumed by her rage to notice the 2 pair of sharp eyes watching her every move.

"Your family really needs some cleansing, don't you think?" Killan said, a smile playing on his expressionless face.

He didn't care about what just happened, anyway to him, he happened to stumble on the scene.

Besides, that was the least of his thoughts. From his conversation with his brother, he had some unsettling feelings and the need to see Auriel whom he always wished not to meet, increased.

He couldn't help but wonder when she would contact him.

"Does she even have my number? And I didn't ask Nick for it." Killan thought Inwardly.

Damian upon hearing Killan's words clenched his fist.

He didn't want to believe what he just heard or saw.

From their position, they had seen the scene of the two girls very well.

Just like they say, "Seeing is Believing". But at this moment, Damian wished he had not seen anything.

Clearing his throat, he suppressed his feelings.

"I will see you around, Mr. Killan." He said and left.

Killan didn't stand there for long, he also left, not bothering to greet Damian back.

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