84 After That Day 2 (2/2)

She had already put the kid's name and face in their mafia's Red List, meaning their people must kill him on sight! The only problem was, they've been searching for hours but there was just no result! And she knew the damn thing that kept giving them the headache was his teleport skill.

Now, she was asking the mayor to help in the search using his extensive political connections. She didn't care if the mayor was burdened by the attacks from the Silvers or any other party. She badly wanted to avenge herself. And it could only be done by killing that brat! She was desperate to achieve this that all she could think of was mobilized the whole city in order to intensify the search!

This was why after being annoyed by the fat man's refusal, she decided to just directly mind-control him. Then after making sure Gab got her intention this time, she and Aljur left.

It was past five pm when she arrived home. Aljur's right-hand man intercepted them and handed her a package.

”This?” she asked after accepting the box.

”Sent by someone. I'm not sure.” The tattooed man sweated a bit upon receiving his boss' icy glare. ”Don't worry, boss. I'm sure there's no bomb or something there. It's very light.”

The boss' eyes were still icy, ”What if the box itself contains gaseous poison? Or anything with a virus? Honey, just give have one of our men open it. Don't do it yourself!”

'What's in here?' Clarissa looked at him for a while then irritatedly asked the system, her brows furrowed. When it answered 'a letter', her frown deepened but since she thought it should not be something dangerous, she started unwrapping it. When she finally managed to open the box, a sealed envelope was there.

'So it's really just a letter? Hmm. Fine. But who sent it?'

Unfortunately, there was no sender name on the envelope itself. And so without removing the frown on her face, she opened it and unfolded the letter inside.

However, when she saw the childishly written words and drawings on it, she felt like regretting that she did.

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My Dear Clarissa:

Hi, I hope your day is as lovely as you are!

This is your most avid stalker! And I have a poem for you! Ahem, sorry if I just copied it somewhere. Okay, so here it goes.

You are the loveliest.

Because.

”You have a face for radio.

A voice for newspapers.

A brain for dissection.

And a body for donation~”

Oops, the first line is false, like I've said before, you're probably the prettiest human being on earth. Hahahaha. But the last line is my point. As proof of my love for you, I would like to suggest that you become an organ donor once you die because I'd hate for your life to be a total waste. Hahahahaha! This is my sincerity!

Alright, I'm just trying to be funny. That's all. Oops, that's a lie. I mean, the 'that's all' part. Actually, I wrote this because I know you're currently combing the city to find me. But sorry. A good stalker is someone whom no one can discover. Good luck in your attempts! Hahahaha!!!

By the way, I also know that you're currently picking a fight with another host. She's also a beauty but no worries, you're more beautiful than her, that's why I became your stalker. It's just sad that you're weaker than her in terms of skills because you're just a secondary host. But I think you'd still do well. After all, your moral barrier is nonexistent, like me, unlike her. Hahahaha.

Anyway, these are all I want to say~ I'd regularly send you lots of love letters like this. Treasure it okay?

- Your Greatest Stalker

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