Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 482

Chapter 482.

Chapter 482.

Once June was gone, Sylvia immediately stepped into her role as the “Leader’s Mother” and began bossing the others around.

“It hasn’t been easy for any of us on this journey. You’ve all seen how hard my daughter has worked, Sylvia said, adopting an air of authority. “So, none of us can be a burden to her, understand?”

“We understand, we understand,” someone flattered her. “Just give us the orders, Big Sister Sylvia!”

Sylvia finally flashed a satisfied smile.

Yes. Ms. Sutton.*

Not Mrs. Quinn.”

Ever since Arthur Quinn died, Sylvia refused to let anyone call her “Mrs. Quinn.” They could call her “Ms. Sutton” or “Big Sister Sylvia.”

She was only forty-two-still young. She was a “Big Sister,” not an “Auntie.” There were plenty of men in their twenties and thirties in the team hovering around her. She needed to choose carefully to welcome her “second chance at love.”

“We’re all covered in dust from the road. Our clothes and shoes are filthy. Since we have some free time today, let’s clean up,” Sylvia declared. “Aquatic Supers are responsible for providing water; everyone else gets to scrubbing!”

“Of course, Ms. Sutton,” the others replied, not daring to object.

And what was Sylvia doing? She took charge of hanging the laundry-the easiest job of all.

As Sylvia carried a large tub of washed clothes outside to dry, a convoy passed by in the distance.

Talk about a destined encounter.

As fate would have it, the man sitting in the lead vehicle was none other than the Base Commander of the Sierra City Official

Base-Malcolm Monroe.

Originally, Malcolm hadn’t given this small group a second thought. He glanced at them with an expressionless face, ready to drive past.

But truth is stranger than fiction.

The moment Malcolm was about to look away, he caught sight of a familiar figure-one he could never forget as long as he lived.

“Stop the car!” Malcolm shouted.

The driver slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching as they gripped the pavement.

Malcolm stared intensely at the figure. His eyes instantly welled with tears.

Sylvia Sutton!

It was her! It was really her!

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She never expected that the man she had just been talking about would be standing right in front of her

At that moment, Malcolm’s subordinates stepped out and lined up behind him, their postures filled with deep respecs.

Having spent twenty years manipulating men, Sylvia realized instantly: the “poor boy’ she had once looked down on was not a man

great success.

At the very least, he had carved out a position for himself in Sierra City-and it wasn’t a low one.

Sylvia’s mind immediately began to calculate.

God was truly on her side! They had just arrived and were in desperate need of connections, and here was her greatest asse

Best of all, Arthur Quinn was dead. He had died on the road to Sierra City. This meant she didn’t have to carry any moral guil. She could use her beauty to secure her happiness for the rest of her life, out in the open.

At that thought, Sylvia secretly pinched herself. Her eyes instantly turned red, and tears filled her gaze. She looked at Malcolm with a heartbreakingly vulnerable expression. “Malc… is it really you? Am I dreaming