Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1819

Obsidian Sun did not harbor failures, and they absolutely did not forgive anyone who inflicted such catastrophic losses upon the organization.

Over the years, he had climbed to this rank on the back of a flawless record, delivering perfect results for The Overlord on every single mission.

But this time...

He had lost.

Lost thoroughly.

Lost pathetically.

He couldn't even scrap together a plausible excuse to save his own skin.

The worst part? His one hundred and thirty billion dollars had only bought him the rights to claim Specimen Fourteen.

Specimen Fourteen was still under the ship's jurisdiction.

Until the final transfer was executed, the asset didn't truly belong to Obsidian Sun.

It meant he hadn't even managed to successfully staunch the bleeding.

The Raven stared at the looming silhouette of the port, his complexion draining of all color.

Arriving at Whitecliffe Harbor wouldn't be his salvation.

It was far more likely to be an execution.

The sheer terror of his impending judgment twisted his anxiety into a venomous, all-consuming hatred for The Panacea.

If it hadn't been for her, Specimen Fourteen would never have been exposed.

Their hidden base on Project Zero-Transit wouldn't have been annihilated.

The crew would never have discovered their smuggling pipelines, and the crosshairs wouldn't be trained solely on Obsidian Sun.

He wouldn't have vaporized one hundred and thirty billion dollars, and he would still be the undefeated operative of the syndicate.

He wouldn't be locked in this pathetic room, completely stripped of the power to even decide if he lived or died.

That single woman had driven him into a dead end through sheer force of will.

She had weaponized his every contingency plan against him until everything completely unraveled.

The Raven despised her.

He wanted nothing more than to tear her apart with his bare hands.

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