That voice...
Even though it had been four years, just hearing that voice sent a primal wave of fear crashing through his body.
Terrified, he desperately tried to convince himself-it couldn't be her. She had been dead for years. It was impossible!
But the girl on the line chuckled softly.
The icy sound made his blood run cold. “Who am I?”
She kept laughing. "It seems my blade didn't cut deep enough four years ago. You forgot the pain far too quickly."
*Clatter!*
The color drained entirely from Fletcher's face. His hand was shaking so violently he dropped the phone.
He collapsed to his knees. "D-Demon..."
"You're... not dead? No! Impossible, how could you still be alive?"
His voice shattered into a panicked, high-pitched wail of disbelief.
Hearing this, Douglas's eyes widened in sheer shock. He stared blankly at Serena.
His gaze was filled with absolute horror.
Demon?
The legendary leader of the Ghost Alliance? The mythical figure who single- handedly bathed the factions of the Gray Zone in blood and struck terror into the entire underworld?!
Back when The Phantom Hornets were at the height of their power, they had made the mistake of intercepting a Ghost Alliance deal. Demon had stormed their headquarters alone, burned the place to the ground, and nearly gutted their boss.
His niece was that Demon?
Douglas stared blankly at the calm, seemingly harmless girl in front of him.
He swallowed hard. "Serena, how... how old are you?"
Serena arched an eyebrow, looking at him like he was an idiot.
Douglas felt his entire worldview shattering into pieces.
She was twenty.
Which meant...
Not only had she become the world's number one racer, Skye, before she even turned sixteen...
She was also the legendary leader of the Ghost Alliance!
This was...
He had to be dreaming.
Douglas wanted to slap himself to wake up.
Every strange thing about her suddenly made perfect sense.
No wonder her combat skills surpassed his. No wonder she could snatch things right out of his hands.
No wonder the Ghost Alliance was moving mountains for that chip.
No wonder she talked about The Phantom Hornets like they were nothing.
Serena shot him a glance before looking away with a faint smirk. "It seems you still remember me."
Heavy, ragged breathing echoed from the phone.
Serena chuckled. "Haven't seen you
in a
awf years, and you've gottennet
awfully bold. You dared to steal my chip? And lay hands on my people?""
"I-I didn't know." Fletcher was on the verge of a total breakdown. His arrogance was completely gone. It's a misunderstanding didnt know Rex worked for you... If I knew he was your man, I never would've dared!"
"L-Lord Demon, please have mercy. I'll... I'll let him go right now! Right now!"
Fletcher was babbling incoherently.
If he had known Rex had Demon backing him, he would have rather provoked the
government of the United Realmon States!
"Too late,"
dripping Serena said, her voice
with ice. "Since you dared to
reach for the Vinton family, I'll just have to cut your hands öff