93 Could He Have Her Instead? (1/2)

It was a f***ing disgrace.

Miya's lips curled into a snarl, and she almost swore under her breath. It was necessary to maintain her expression though. So she steeled her face and glared at the bald old gumball sitting before her.

After being threatened out, she had been pushed into a black limousine parked near the mansion. And now, she was being driven somewhere.

There were five men around her, four of them undoubtedly bodyguards. One was the assh*le who had held the gun to her back, the other three with similar physiques sat in front. They were all tall, burly men who were well armed.

One sat broodingly to her side.

The leader, Thad Carver, also sat before her, in the midst of the three guards.

It wasn't anything else, it was just the face of that bastard that made Miya's own expression go black.

He was a short old man, his belly protruding out to the point that it resembled a giant football. He had short hands, even shorter legs, and he smelled of smoke and women's perfume. He was sweating profusely, even though the air conditioning had been turned on to a maximum high.

It was that exact, useless demeanour of his that pissed off the girl.

Miya was used to thugs, villains and scumbags. And the ones that got on her nerves were sh*tbags like these. The ones with zero ability, whose only power came from ten burly idiots guarding them like dogs.

She kept herself in check though.

The only weapon she carried right now was a simple pocket knife. And seeing that these men were well armed, she didn't dare act recklessly. She was only here to lure the old freak anyhow.

So putting on her best smirk, she greeted in a snide voice.

”Mr. Carver.”

The old gumball looked at her from head to toe, his gaze rapid. Then his face turned to an angry frown, and he howled, ”What do you know?!”

That startled Miya somehow, but she didn't let it show. But the old idiot's nervous face and first words had let his emotions slip.

He was more afraid of what she knew about Rebecca's existence, than he was curious for information on the Hunters.

Excellent.

Miya's smirk widened.

She might have been at a disadvantage, since her hand was bleeding and it wasn't really worth it, for she had been shoved into a car. The blood as tracks would be of no use now. Not to mention, she had hurt her right hand. But, this man.

She knew she could kick his ass.

”A lot of things,” she said in her calmest voice, ”What in particular are you asking for, Thad?”

Thad Carver's face turned to filth.

”Do not address me by first name, little girl!” he lashed out in a threatening voice, ”And tell me what you know about the Hunters… and Rebecca Storm!”

”That's what I offered to discuss. Until you had a gun shoved into my back.”

”And I have mine.”

Thad's expression darkened, and for a second Miya felt like he would lean over and clutch at her throat. The gumball did no such thing though. He gave her his best possible glare though, which frankly was as useless as him. Plus, she had practice.

She had survived the glowers of both the Chairman and his son, after all.

Carver looked at her, and his eyes went dark.

”You don't seem to understand the situation you are in, little girl,” he said, ”If you don't answer me soon, I'll have you chopped to death.”

Miya's voice went ice, and she smiled darkly.

”Try.”

As soon as the word left her mouth, Miya pulled out the knife from the belt of her dress. Then grabbing the left hand of the bodyguard sitting beside her, with her right, she simply slit his wrist.

Her action had been sudden, rapid. Before anyone could know what was happening, Miya had bent down and pulled out the gun tucked freely at the bodyguard's waist. She then lifted herself up and simply pointed it at Carver's face.

The entire sequence of events took place in barely five seconds.

It was only when it was over, that the car was filled with the screams of the bodyguard.

Miya's face spread into a mirthless smile.

The three guards seated to the sides of Carver had all simultaneously pulled out their guns too. They all pointed them at Miya. Thad Carver had simply froze, like the useless being he was.

Her next words were almost ecstatic.

”They could shoot me right now,” she said with a deep smile, ”But I assure you, mine will hit before. Willing to bet your life, Thad?”

The old man's sweating increased to thrice as much. He looked gormlessly at the three guards and then at Miya. Beside the little girl, the other guard was still clutching at his slit wrist and howling, looking paler by the second.

Carver didn't speak. So Miya took her turn.

”Throw me your phone, Thad. Unlock it. And ask your boys to hand over their guns.”

With his hands shivering out of fright, the man took out his phone and threw it over in her lap. He signalled the guards to throw over their guns.

As the three men threw their guns in her lap too, Miya picked up the phone and smiled. Her one hand kept pointing at Carver's head. She opened up the voice recorder. From the corner of her eyes, she also noticed movement. Miya lowered the gun from the man's head, all the while looking into the phone.

Then, she shot.

Carver yelped in shock, as the bullet grazed by his right ear and pitted into the seat behind.

Miya didn't look up.

”Just in case your boys want to take out their other guns. Or breathe. It's annoys me.”

The girl's uninterested voice landed Carver into hysteria. He clutched at his ear, which had begun to bleed slightly and howled, ”Shut up! Don't move! You assh*les! Do you want me to get killed?!”

Miya noticed the guards' expressions go stiff. They nodded at their boss.

”Now,” she said again, placing the phone in her lap. She picked up another gun, switched hands, and pointed one at Carver's head again, and the other at the guard beside her, just in case he tried to get smart.

”Tell me what happened to Rebecca.”

Thad Carver froze.

Miya didn't bother to speak. She only had to shift the gun to his left ear, when the man noticed the movement. His words came out in a frenzy.

”She's alive! I sent her to Country S! She's there! She's alive!”

Miya's face spread into a smile.

”Then why did you announce to the public that she died, when you took over the Toby-Freeman Publications?”

The rest was easy talk.

Miya kept the man speaking, trembling for around six minutes. All this while though, she only got him to confess on what he had done with Rebecca. She didn't mention the drug cartel.

Because believe it or not, she knew it in her gut that this person could not be the owner of a drug trafficking business spread over in three countries. He was much too easy to break. In fact, she was sure this gumball was simply a pawn.