I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!-Chapter 1204: I think it’s a fitting revenge

"Finally, some time alone."

Hera held the two doors wide open, her eyes scanning the room in case this was a trap. It wouldn’t be impossible for Florence to be alone in this situation.

Knowing it was safe, she stepped in.

"Can’t trust anyone now, can you?" Hera teased as she quickly came to a conclusion. "Isn’t it fun, Florence? Feeling unsafe in your own home, scared that the person who approaches you will kill you?"

Hera stopped several steps from the madam. Florence’s allure was still present, but it was now tainted with the trace of the battlefield.

"If that is your goal, I must admit you succeeded," Florence scorned. "You are one vile yet amusing child. It’s my fault for underestimating a child like you."

"Well, thank you." Hera smiled. "So? Is that an admission of defeat?"

"Not so fast, Hera."

Hera’s brows rose, wondering what sort of trick Florence had up her sleeve.

Suddenly, she heard these loud metal sounds ring in her ears. Her eyes dilated and just as she turned around, a thick metal door dropped like a guillotine behind her. Her path was blocked and every entrance and exit of the room.

"Haha!" Hera combed the stray hairs away from her face, looking back at Florence with amusement. "Is this a cage for you, dear? Well, if you want to get beaten up without any interruptions, then be my guest!"

"Hera Cruel, there is a limit to a person’s audacity. You have no one to impress now."

Hera snorted. "You think I wake up every day to impress people? Oh, dearest aunt. The fact that I wake up already impresses me!"

"You wench doesn’t know when to stop talking, do you?" Florence ground her teeth. It felt distasteful that this wench named Hera Cruel always had a thing to say in every conversation they had. It was infuriating.

"Apologies." Hera’s lips stretched until her small canine was on full display. "My dad always tells me respect is default, disrespect is earned. You surely earned my disrespect, Florence."

This little wench of that scum man and that selfish sister!

Florence raised her chin and smirked. "Never mind."

As soon as those words rolled out of Florence’s mouth, Hera quickly pulled up her rifle and aimed it at her. She tilted her head to the side, squinting a little as if she had decided where to shoot her.

"Before you pull the trigger — ahh, you bitch!" Florence yelled as she winced, holding on to the massive desk nearby as assistance. When she gazed down, her leg was bleeding and she intuitively pressed her gunshot wound.

Darkness swirled in Hera’s eyes as she looked at her apathetically. "Do you think just because I’m locked here, I will not hurt you? Whatever negotiation you have in mind, save it."

Florence’s entire body shuddered as she looked up at that monster.

"Before you can make me agree, you’ll be begging for your life." A short giggle mixed along with Hera’s voice, enough to make one think she was nothing but a psychopath. "If I were you, learn where you fucking stand. I am not like any other people you dealt blind with whatever deal you got because the only deal I want, is me disintegrating you from top to the fucking bottom."

BANG!

"Ah!" Florence shouted as another scorching heat penetrated the same leg, only this time a few inches lower. She fell on the floor, sucking air through her gritted teeth. Sweats broke on her forehead and back, feeling her every nerve constrict so painfully she could feel it to the very root of her teeth.

"You bitch..." she breathed out a jagged breath. "How can you — ah!"

"Hey, don’t be so exaggerated." Hera frowned. "I missed."

The pale color of Florence’s face somehow turned red in anger. She glared daggers at her, her nose flaring. However, her body was torn between pain and anger, as they were equally strong emotions she felt at the moment.

Hera truly suits her name. If Florence knew Hera wouldn’t even listen to her, she would’ve shot Hera earlier. Or crushed her through the security door before she could cross it.

"Pathetic." Hera put down her rifle and walked over to Florence. The control room was just like any other she had seen: desks in rows, multiple computers, and another large screen in the front — behind Florence.

Hera perched on the desk a few steps from Florence, resting her rifle on her lap. She tilted her head a little to the side, smirking in satisfaction at the sight she was seeing.

"I’m not gonna kill you yet," she said. "I’ll watch you bleed out slowly and painfully. Don’t worry, my dearest aunt. I will be there throughout the journey of your death and I will see to it I will savor every damn second of it."

"Haha...!" Florence hissed. "You didn’t plan to kill me. You just want to see me suffer."

Hera pursed her lips as a habit when she was caught in her lie. "That’s right. I just got a little too excited. Also, I don’t want you to run away so quickly again. I can’t afford to lose you, you know?"

"You are impossible."

"Hehe." Hera glanced at the monitors, particularly on the big screen ahead. She had caught sight of it earlier, but she didn’t dwell on it. But now, she could see everything that was happening on the island.

"You got cameras everywhere, huh?" she remarked with a nod. "Make sense. You need to know everything that is going on in this place. It’s a huge island. It’s easier to know what’s going on in here if you have a lot of these."

Hera then looked at Florence with a smirk. "You said you hate me, but look who made this thing. It’s one of my people."

"How are you so sure —"

"I work with Joker for as long as I can remember. Also, he told me you hired him before." She chuckled. "Florence, I’ll give you one fun fact. Joker accepts commissions from outside the Reapers. It’s in our contract. However, for every finished product he makes, he’ll only sell them to me."

"Everything else? They’re all defective or rough prototypes. Of course, he’s a genius. So, his rough prototypes are already good to use." Hera hummed as she casually leaned back with her hand on the surface of the desk to support herself. "Say, Florence. What if I use this control room as it is once I become the head of the Oxley Family?"

She cocked her head to the side and smiled sweetly. "This room, this mansion, your people... I think it’s a fitting revenge."