Margaret Tucker AKA Lord Reaper novel Chapter 37

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With the phone numbers in hand, all Margaret needed to do was call them. As long as they picked up, she could track the traffickers’ location using her hacking skills.

She memorized the numbers, then put the phone back exactly where she’d found it.

Turning around, she leaped lightly onto the windowsill over 30 feet above the ground.

Margaret didn’t care one bit. She jumped right off.

For a normal person, this fall would’ve left them crippled, if not dead.

But Margaret moved like she weighed nothing. She landed softly, without making a single sound.

Back in her own room, she took a shower, climbed into bed, and waited for the next day.

The next morning…

It was Monday. Margaret remembered the original owner was still a student-she had to go to school today.

Since she was Margaret now, she’d live out this identity properly.

In her past life, she’d never attended school normally, even though she was an honorary professor at several top universities.

Back then, she’d been swamped every day-juggling countless aliases like a master of time management.

Given a second chance, Margaret figured she could give herself a break and enjoy life a little.

Experiencing campus life with the original owner’s identity didn’t sound half bad.

After breakfast, at the villa gate, Clara left without

waiting for Margaret-zooming off in her red sports car.

Clara had pretended to be nice to Margaret being her rides to school a few times. Matthew had

seen this and thought the sisters got along well, so he’d never hired a driver for Margaret, hoping she’d ride with Clara every day.

But after those first few rides, Clara had started making excuses to leave early. The original owner had been left waiting like a fool, forced to take taxis or buses to school.

This was a hillside villa community-buses were infrequent, and taxis were hard to come by.

So the original owner was always late, always getting scolded by her teachers.

Watching the sports car disappear, Margaret narrowed her eyes, a cold glint in them.

She turned to a servant nearby. “Go get me a motorcycle key.”

The Tuckers’ garage was lined with heavy-duty motorcycles-all owned by her fourth brother, Raymond Tucker.

Raymond was one year older than Margaret. He was obsessed with motorcycles.

He was also a professional racer. At 19, he’d already won the Karemin Motorcycle Championship three times in a row, a rising star in the racing world.

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In a month, the World Motorcycle Championship would kick off. Raymond had signed up and was the favorite to win.

Everyone was waiting to see if he could snatch the championship from “Death.”

“Death” was a legendary figure in motorcycle racing-a three-time consecutive world champion, the undisputed king of the track.

The servant froze at Margaret’s request. Out of habit, she spoke with a hint of disdain. “Ms. Tucker, Mr. Raymond Tucker’s bikes are all heavy-duty. Do you even know how to ride one?”

These are racing bikes-big, g,

Powerful machines. A delicate gir like Ms. Tucker couldn’t possibly handle them.

Margaret shot her a cold look,

In that moment, the servant Voice sharp with impatience. “Just do as I say. Stop wasting time.”

In that moment, the servant felt like she was staring down the Grim Reaper. Her blood ran cold.

“Y-Yes, Ms. Tucker. Right away.”

The servant trembled all over. She s realized-this wasn’t the same easygoing Margaret from

before.ENGEN

The gruesome image of Beatrice, her ear cut off, was still fresh in her mind.

She quickly fetched a key and handed it

to Margaret, her hands shaking.

Margaret took the key, grabbed a bottle of mineral wate, and headed for the garage.

VROOOM!!!

Moments later, the garage roared to life as the motorcyle’s engine thundering like a beast.

Margaret revved the throttle hard. Listening to the engine, she frowned. “What a waste of good parts. This thing’s a piece of junk.”

If anyone had heard her, they would’ve called her arrogant and ignorant.

Raymond had built these bikes himself. He wasn’t just a racer-he was a renowned bike builder and also a three-time champion of the Karemin Custom Motorcycle Competition.

Yet Margaret had just dismissed his work as junk.

VROOOM!!!

The engine’s roar grew louder, startling all the servants.

In the next second, a dark shadow shot out of the garage like a bolt of lightning-fast, wild, and unstoppable.

The servants gaped at the motorcycle disappearing into the distance, dumbfounded.

Wait-is that… Ms. Tucker?

It’s totally her!

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Even with the helmet on, that school uniformis such a dead giveaway!

Does Ms. Tucker even know how to ride a motorcycle?

And a heavy-duty racing bike, no less?!

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