Rebirth: A Second chance at life-Chapter 34: Who the hell is she?

Sebastian and Jenny stepped inside, their initial skepticism evident. From the outside, the mansion looked abandoned—rusty gates, faded walls, and an eerie stillness that gave off a desolate charm. Sebastian had expected nothing more than a run-down relic of the past.

But the moment they crossed the threshold, their assumptions shattered.

Their eyes widened in stunned disbelief as they took in the sight before them. The interior was nothing short of a futuristic masterpiece—sleek, high-tech, and lavish beyond imagination. The contrast was staggering, as if they had stepped through a portal into another world.

"Welcome to our abode!" a cheerful voice rang out. "I am Zoey, the most advanced AI in the whole world. Oh my, look at you! The most handsome man in the universe—just like my master!"

Sebastian froze, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected flattery. His brows lifted as he glanced around, trying to locate the source of the voice.

"Uh... well, hello," he responded hesitantly.

Before he could process the situation further, Aurora stepped forward. The moment Jenny laid eyes on her, she let out a surprised gasp.

"Miss Aurora!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice filled with both shock and delight. Without hesitation, she reached out, grasping Aurora’s hand as if to confirm she was real.

"You have a nice home, Doctor," Sebastian added, his tone laced with surprise as he studied Aurora with newfound curiosity.

Liam stood frozen in place, his eyes scanning the sleek, high-tech interior with disbelief. "This is the most advanced house I’ve ever seen..." he muttered under his breath.

His boss—Sebastian—had access to wealth and power beyond imagination, yet even he didn’t indulge in this level of luxury. How the hell was this even possible?

He had done his research on Aurora before bringing her file to Sebastian. The report had painted her as an abandoned daughter, a nobody, someone with no influence or connections. And yet... the reality before him shattered everything he thought he knew.

Who exactly was Aurora Smith?

Sure, one of her identities was Dr. Elena, a renowned doctor. But owning this massive mansion, equipped with technology that rivaled military-grade intelligence? That was an entirely different level of power.

His mind raced with questions, each more bewildering than the last. Just as he was about to spiral deeper into his thoughts, Aurora’s voice rang out, snapping him back to the present.

"Well, thanks... Have you given the pill to Jenny?" Aurora asked, her voice steady yet inquisitive.

Sebastian nodded. "Yes, she took it this morning."

Aurora’s gaze lingered on Jenny for a moment. The pill—one of Luna’s finest creations—was more than just a remedy. It integrated with the bloodstream, isolating deeply embedded toxins and making them easier to detect in a blood test. A necessary step before treatment.

Without further delay, she guided Jenny and Sebastian to her lab. The sterile scent of antiseptics mixed with the soft hum of high-tech machines. Aurora prepared a syringe, her movements fluid and precise.

"Jenny," she said gently, crouching slightly to meet her gaze. "I’ll just take a small sample of your blood, okay? If you’re nervous, you can hold onto my sleeve. It’ll be quick, I promise."

Jenny hesitated, her fingers twitching before gripping Aurora’s sleeve tightly.

With practiced ease, Aurora inserted the needle, drawing the blood in one smooth motion. "All done," she murmured, sealing the vial.

Sebastian scanned the surroundings, his gaze lingering on the cutting-edge technology that filled the lab. The sleek, high-tech facility—worth no less than fifty million—boasted equipment so advanced that some weren’t even available in the domestic market. His breath hitched for a moment, astonishment flashing across his face.

A flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes. Every lingering doubt he had buried in the back of his mind dissipated at the scene before him. This wasn’t just impressive—it was beyond comprehension.

His lips quirked into a smirk as amusement danced in his gaze. Just how many more surprises does she have in store? he mused, a strange thrill coursing through him.

Luna worked meticulously, her eyes sharp with focus as she ran a series of tests on the blood sample. Her fingers moved deftly, adjusting the settings on the ELISA reader, scanning the data, and recording crucial observations. Numbers and chemical reactions flashed across the screen, each result deepening her concentration.

She studied the blood under different conditions, analyzing every anomaly, every trace of foreign toxins lingering within. The faint hum of machines filled the air as she cross-checked her findings, her mind racing through possibilities.

Sebastian and Jenny sat in the grand yet eerily silent living room, their gazes subtly sweeping across the lavishly designed space. The place exuded an understated elegance, yet something about it carried an air of mystery—much like its owner.

Bishop entered, a tray of refreshments balanced effortlessly in his hands. His movements were practiced; smooth, but the moment his eyes landed on Sebastian, a flicker of something unreadable crossed his usually indifferent gaze. He masked it well, yet his mind whirred with disbelief.

Sebastian Harper, the enigmatic leader of the Hellhounds, was a name that commanded both fear and reverence, whispered in hushed tones across the underworld. His power was undeniable, his influence stretching into the darkest corners of society, where only the most formidable dared to tread. There was no one who could challenge him—no one except Luna.

In ruthlessness, intelligence, and sheer cunning, he was the only one who could stand against her, the one adversary capable of matching her every move. Their rivalry was not one of open war but of silent, calculated battles fought in the shadows—moves and countermoves, each testing the limits of the other’s power.

If Luna was the Queen of the Underworld, ruling with cold precision, then Sebastian was the God of Death, an unstoppable force that loomed in the darkness, unseen yet always present. His mere presence sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest, a reminder that in their world, power was fleeting, and mercy was nothing more than a myth.

Bishop barely contained a sigh. Boss, what in the world were you thinking, inviting him here?

"Help yourselves," Bishop said, setting the tray down with practiced ease. "Dr. Elena is in the lab now, and there’s no telling how long her work will take."

Luna had shared some details about the case that morning, but never once had she mentioned that it would be connected to them. That revelation changed everything.

Bishop’s gaze flickered to Jenny, lingering for a brief moment. His expression remained unreadable, his thoughts locked away behind a carefully maintained mask. No one knew what was running through his mind.

His gaze flickered back to Sebastian, his thoughts spiraling. Sebastian and Luna were not enemies, yet how could two kings rule the same jungle? Their coexistence was a delicate balance, an unspoken rivalry that neither acknowledged yet never ceased to exist.

Sebastian had never openly challenged Luna, nor had she declared war on him. But in the shadows, they clashed like eternal adversaries—two apex predators circling each other, neither willing to bow. Their battles were not waged with armies but with calculated strikes, ruthless intelligence, and an unyielding thirst for dominance. It was a game of power, one neither could afford to lose.

Luna had once infiltrated the Hellhounds’ impenetrable system, a single hack wiping out billions in an instant. And then there was the infamous weapons deal—Luna had set her sights on a coveted shipment of high-grade firearms, only for Sebastian to secure it first. Within days, his entire base, the very fortress where he had stored the weapons, was reduced to rubble in a calculated explosion.

"Oh, my Boss...!" Remembering the ordeal, Bishop sighed dramatically, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the memory. His gaze drifted toward Sebastian, now filled with an odd mix of guilt and pity.

This man—one of the most feared figures in the underworld—didn’t even know what Luna looked like, yet his losses were all tied to her. Every setback, every unexpected disaster that had cost him billions had her fingerprints all over it.

But really, who told him to snatch what Luna had set her sights on?

At first, Sebastian paid no attention to Bishop, dismissing him as nothing more than Aurora’s assistant. But then, a strange sensation prickled at him—an odd flicker of sympathy directed his way. His brow twitched in irritation. Someone was looking at him as if he deserved pity.

Lifting his gaze, his sharp eyes locked onto Bishop. At first, he thought he was mistaken, but after a few more glances, realization struck.

Bishop...

His expression darkened, his brows lifting slightly in surprise before his eyes narrowed. Isn’t he one of the Phantoms from Helheim? A ghost from the shadows, a name whispered only in the dead of night. The last time Sebastian checked, they were neither enemies nor allies—simply two forces that had no reason to cross paths.

Yet here Bishop stood.

In this house.

His mind churned, a storm of questions rising. Does Aurora know him? That seemed impossible, yet the possibility gnawed at him. His jaw clenched.

Who the hell is she?

Sensing the sudden shift in his boss’s mood, Liam followed Sebastian’s gaze—and the moment his eyes landed on Bishop, he froze.

Recognition struck like lightning. His fingers instinctively reached for his gun, drawing it in a swift motion and aiming it straight at Bishop. The tension in the room thickened, crackling like an impending storm.

But Bishop? He didn’t even flinch.

A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips, his voice calm yet laced with quiet authority. "I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Mr. Miller." His sharp gaze met Liam’s, unwavering. "I am no enemy here. I am merely an assistant to Dr. Elena, here to serve her."

His tone was measured, but the message was clear—he wasn’t here for a fight, but if one came, he wouldn’t be the one to lose.