Chapter 1795

Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right · Cozy Season

"I-I don't know. I'm just a runner," the guy stammered.

Debra's smile faded. "Don't know?"

She stood, pressed the gun to his forehead, and fired. "I don't keep useless people."

Marion wiped her barrel clean. "Next time, I'll handle it. Don't mess up your dress." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ find✦novel.net

Debra softened. "These creeps traffic organs, kidnapping women and kids for rich buyers. Killing's the only fix."

The Illuminati got crushed years back, leaving peace in its wake. But lately, this crap flared up overseas, piggybacking on the old dark web.

Fermin had dug into it for ages. The network was a mess. Only a few hideouts turned up. The mastermind remained hidden.

Debra went quiet. They'd spent five years wiping out the Illuminati, but evil came back so fast.

Marion saw her worry and smoothed her frown. "The Illuminati was huge. Some slipped through. As long as people need organs, they won't die. Might not even be them."

"I'm worried about Lillian," she said.

Back when they fought the Illuminati, the remnants might've marked them. The Four Great Families faced the same problem 40 years ago.

It chilled her to the bone.

Marion reassured her, "Lillian's the last one you should stress about."

At the Houston Mansion, the yard was trashed.

Lillian wiped her gun, beaming at Ben. "How did I do?"

"Awesome!" He nodded, eyeing the paint-smeared guards.

His worldview shifted again. Gender didn't matter with Lillian.

Two years ago, she could take on ten people and win. Now she could do 15, thanks to the constant training by her parents.

Solomon scrubbed at paint on his shirt. "What'd you put in these paintballs?"

"Nothing crazy," she replied. "Just some acrylic so cheaters can't wipe it off."

His face darkened.

Jordan's car pulled up. He winced at the warzone.

Lillian treated daily drills like a game. She had zero sense of danger.

"Girl," he said, "your parents said no slacking off while they're gone. Who swapped steel pellets for paintballs?"

"Uncle Jordan, I just wanted to spice things up," she mumbled.

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