I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!-Chapter 1195: Sneaky brat

Men in black gear camouflage with the darkness and the trees surrounding a huge mansion. They approached stealthily, even their breathing was controlled. With each whistle of the wind and rustle of the leaves, they took advantage of it to advance.

Wolf flicked his fingers from different directions. Each had a different meaning. Even so, all of them understood each of them. As Wolf received a nod from them, he carefully stepped forward. The second he did, he felt something underneath his foot.

"Boss, is everything alright?" asked someone nearest him.

Wolf twisted his feet on the thing underneath his sole, arching a brow. He carefully lifted his feet off the ground, huffing, when nothing happened. Wolf slowly snapped his eyes to everyone, only to see that all of them were looking in his direction.

"Target lock," Wolf pressed on his earpiece for everyone to hear. "Report location."

Wolf heard quick reports of everyone’s location. Satisfied, he rocked his head as a glint flickered across his eyes.

"Team Alpha will now take seize."

"Roger that. Team Alpha will take seize. Team Wolf for cover."

With that brief exchange, everyone listened through their intercoms and then kept their gaze on Wolf’s vantage point. Again, Wolf raised two of his fingers, scanning everyone’s faces quietly. When he moved his fingers ahead, everyone rushed toward the mansion and kicked their way in.

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BAM!

Florence almost flinched when the door suddenly flew open. No one in their sound mind in this mansion would kick the door, especially not the door where Florence was. Unless, of course, it was an emergency.

"Madam!"

The very second she saw that pale look on Nigel, Florence frowned immediately. What was the problem this time? Was their estimation wrong, and the casualties were less than half of Hera’s men? The thought immediately made her frown deepen.

"What is it this time, Nigel?" Florence hissed. "If this is about our own casualties, then forget about it. I am not interested. All I want to know is if we are winning."

Nigel pressed his mouth into a tight line. Seeing his reaction, Florence arched a brow.

"We’re losing?" Florence slowly pushed herself up from the divan. "That’s impossible."

"No, Madam. We are not losing."

"Then why do you look as though we are?!"

"It’s a little more complicated than that, madam."

"Simplify it for me."

"When we sent out our men to the red areas to check the casualties, they found out that not a single person was in there."

Huh?

Nigel took a deep breath and recomposed himself. When he snapped his eyes back to the madam, he explained everything in one breath.

"It seems Hera already knew about our traps. We’re still unsure how the traps were set off, but it seemed they purposely made us believe they were approaching. When our people came to check the area, that was when the attack happened. Among the ten units we deployed to the red area, only five people survived — three of them heavily injured, while the other two inflicted minor injuries."

The lines between Florence’s brows deepened, clasping her hands into a tight fist.

"Charlotte," she whispered through gritted teeth. "That ungrateful child... she let Hera Cruel find out about our plan."

"But Madam, that’s impossible since Miss Charlotte —"

"Do not make excuses for her, Nigel!" she roared angrily. "You and I know Charlotte always eavesdropped on every conversation. It’s probably the only talent that good-for-nothing has!"

"Madam!"

"Take them on head-on!" Florence ordered without letting Nigel speak a word. "I don’t care if you have to use all our contacts from the outside. Call the other three families and tell them I needed their help."

"Madam."

"Nigel! Keep your lectures to yourself! I do not want to hear it." She flung her arms as she rushed to the desk to get her phone. "Tell our soldiers I don’t care if they have to destroy half of the island to get her. I want Hera Cruel’s head!"

Her eyes blazed with fire when Nigel didn’t even move an inch. "Now!"

"Madam!" this time, Nigel took a step forward and raised his voice. "We are cut off from all communication outside the island."

What?

Florence slowly turned her head from Nigel’s vantage point. "What did you say?"

"Our telecoms aren’t working, madam," he said with his voice low. "And our enemies surrendered."

"Impossible." She shook her head. "Hera Cruel’s people will never surrender."

"Madam." Bitterness washed over Nigel’s face while staring at the madam. "Hera Cruel didn’t send her people in here."

Confused, Florence furrowed her brows when he continued to say, "She only sent two people."

"Two?" Florence almost laughed out loud at the numbers Hera had sent to attack her. "Does she think two people are enough to take me down? Those two will run out of tricks before they even make a dent hurt our numbers."

Yet, even though there were only two, they managed to almost wipe out ten units of their forces. However, Nigel kept that to himself, knowing that would only hurt Florence’s pride and would make her angry.

"The two people who were on the island..." Nigel swallowed a mouthful as he sighed heavily. "... one of them is Hera herself."

"What?"

"Hera Cruel is here, Madam. She’s right outside the driveway."

Florence couldn’t respond any more as she rushed to the window that faced the driveway. She didn’t want to believe Nigel because Hera Cruel wouldn’t go here with only one guard with her. But alas, when Florence gazed at the driveway from the window, her eyes dilated.

There, standing tall in the middle of the driveway, was a woman. Surrounded by multiple soldiers of the family with their weapons pointed at her, Hera casually gazed at the mansion before her. For some reason, Hera moved her gaze to the window where Florence was and then smirked.

"That arrogant brat..." Florence ground her teeth, balling her hands into a tight fist. "Nigel, I clearly told you not to let that brat step into my house. What the hell is she doing in here!?"

Nigel lowered his gaze. If he knew, he would’ve already told her. But alas, they had no idea how Hera got past all the security and made it to the driveway all by herself.

"What are they still doing?" Florence grumbled. "Order them to kill her!"

"But Madam, if we kill Hera Cruel now, we don’t know what might happen."

"She will die! That’s what will happen." Florence glared at him. "Even if her people come to us, we’ll also kill them."

"She said she got a hold of the other families."

"What?"

"Madam, I think the report we got about Ulysses Ebonhart’s death is a false report," said Nigel. "If that’s the case, I highly suggest meeting Hera and hearing what she has to say. If she’s the only one here, I believe she sent her forces to the other families."

Florence held her breath, only realizing that now. Her fist tightened even more until she loosened her hold. Looking back at the window, a sneer escaped her.

"Hera Cruel... that sneaky brat," she hissed and cast Nigel a look. "Let her in. I heard her sworn brother is the best sniper in the history of the underground."

"Yes, Madam."

With that being said, Nigel left while Florence slowly faced the window.

[Some people are born a natural. Those who aren’t can only work hard and hope those born with the talent slack.]

Her jaw tightened as she was reminded of her father’s last sentiments. And for some reason, a part of her couldn’t help but agree with him.