The Billionaire's Genius Wife



Anger consumed Scarlett. She had every reason to eliminate these people, especially the ones responsible for the deaths of Aunt Lana and Uncle Adams. She vowed to make them suffer!

Scarlett entered the living room and found it empty, devoid of any signs of violence. With quick steps, she proceeded to check the other rooms on the first floor, yet she detected no signs of movement.

"Are they gone?" Scarlett muttered but shook off the thought when she recalled the two cars parked outside. That implies that the gangsters are still in her house.

Not wanting to waste any more time on the first floor, Scarlett gestured to Logan to explore the backyard and staff lounge while she made her way toward the second floor.

Moving swiftly and silently, Scarlett ascended to the second floor. Then, she heard faint sounds coming from her father's study and the master bedroom as if someone was rummaging through the rooms in search of something.

Scarlett made her way to the nearest room, which happened to be her father's bedroom. She cautiously peered through the partially closed door and observed two tall, sturdy men dressed entirely in black. They were rifling through the cupboards and drawers in the room.

"Where the hell is that document?" one of the men grumbled while disassembling the wardrobe before him. "Why did he hide it so damn well!"

"Stop blabbering and start using your eyes, you idiot!" the other man retorted.

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck your mother!"

"Hahaha, just wait! Let's have a competition to see who can find that damn woman's trace first..."

"Of course, I'll win, and my standing in our guild will skyrocket when I present the evidence to the boss!"

The other man sneered, "Chu!" and then cast a mocking smile at his colleague. "We'll see about that, man! If I win and my rank rises, I'll make sure to give you a taste of torture... bwahaha."

Scarlett, who witnessed and overheard their conversation, furrowed her brows. What evidence were they searching for?

Determined not to waste any more time, Scarlett silently entered the room, the two men remaining unaware of her presence. She closed in on the man nearest to her and swiftly shot the other man in the head. As the unfortunate man collapsed to the floor with a loud crash, it startled the remaining man, who stood near Scarlett.

Thud!

"What the fuck! Who shot..." The man's words trailed off as he felt something cold and hard penetrate the back of his head.

"Raise your hands," Scarlett commanded. The man in black felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing the firmness in the woman's voice. After a moment, he regained his composure.

'A woman?' The man in black was taken aback by the realization that a woman had just shot his colleague. An evil smile crept onto the corner of his lips, ready to retaliate against this audacious woman. However, before he could make a move to attack her, he abruptly halted when she continued speaking.

"One wrong move and you'll join your friend in hell!" Scarlett placed her finger on the trigger, prepared to shoot. Seeing him cease his actions, she continued, "Now, turn around and raise your hands. My patience is as thin as tissue paper, so don't even think about trying anything..."

After locking eyes with the man standing before her, Scarlett narrowed her gaze, attempting to read his expression. She couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, recognizing that he was no ordinary gangster or bodyguard but a trained assassin, exuding a similar aura to her own.

"Did you kill the woman in the staff lounge?" she inquired. Though the man remained silent, Scarlett could tell from his reaction that her words had caught him off guard. "Ah, so you're the one who murdered my nanny."

"Bitch!! Who are you?" the man retorted. Scarlett's certainty grew even stronger upon hearing his accent—it matched perfectly with what she had heard at her mother's gravesite.

"Wrong answer, you bastard!" she declared, and with a firm squeeze of the trigger, a live bullet pierced through the man's temple.

Thud!

The man in black collapsed onto the cold marble floor, lifeless, joining his malevolent companion in the depths of hell.

'Aunty! You might rest in peace!' She whispers while marching out of the room.

As Scarlett leaves the master bedroom, she walks fast to her father's study at the far end of the corridor. However, before reaching her destination, another door swung open on the opposite side of the hallway—the entrance to Scarlett's bedroom. 

Two men appeared, surprised at seeing the red-haired woman casually walking around the house as if nothing had happened.

"Who is she?" The two men exchanged bewildered glances. Apart from Jonathan Piers, they believed they had eliminated every soul in the house.

"Hey, you! Stop right there!" Finally, one of the men shouted, causing Scarlett to abruptly halt her stride.

'Shit! Shit!' Scarlett cursed inwardly for not realizing another man was behind her. She turned around slowly, her gaze locked on the two men who emitted the same intimidating presence as the two men she had killed earlier.

"Tsk, tsk... Playing the hero in this place, huh?" The man with a scar on his face sneered, stepping forward towards Scarlett. "Drop your guns and daggers, pretty girl!" he demanded, pointing his gun at her temple. "Now, bitch!" he impatiently snapped when he saw her hesitant response.

Scarlett just froze and did not make any move. But her face looked calm. The other man was taken aback by the woman's lack of fear in the face of their presence and threat. "Little girl, if you value your life, you better do as we say. We don't have time to entertain a little girl like you!" he threatened.

"Just shoot and be done with her!" the man with a scar on his face coldly commanded.

"No! Don't kill her. She's quite a beauty... The boss might enjoy having this girl warm his bed!" the other man leered, revealing his repugnant yellow teeth.

Scarlett, "..." 

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