My assistant moved, ready to drag her out, but I raised a hand and stopped him.
With that, Hillerin’s arrogance grew.
“I knew it. Without a man, you’re nothing. “Everything you ever did to me—I’ll make sure you get it all back.”
Laughing loudly, she strutted out.
Indeed, she was too young; too arrogant.
She didn’t understand that people like me, who had crawled up from the dirt, had the hardest hearts of all.
I stood up. My assistant quietly drew open the curtains.
From the window, I looked down.
That little black dot that was Hillerin had just stepped out the door when a speeding motorcycle came out of nowhere, clipping her and sending her rolling more than ten meters across the ground before coming to a stop.
Out of nowhere, several of Cormac’s bodyguards rushed over and quickly carried her away.
“We’re businesspeople now,” I said quietly. “If we can avoid dirtying our own hands, we should.”
“Poor thing,” I added, almost as an afterthought. “Hit by a speeding motorcycle… I wonder if she can still have kids after this.”
I let out a long sigh.
My assistant respectfully agreed, “Yes, ma’am.”
When you have no power or influence, every step upward feels like walking against a storm.