I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!-Chapter 1184: It’s a shame she’s your daughter

[8 HOURS BEFORE THE ATTACK]

"Where is she?!" Florence jumped out of the chopper and stormed her way to the servants, waiting for her arrival. All of them bore a look of fear, lowering their head the second they saw the fire in the madam’s eyes.

Seeing their despondent faces, Florence’s entire body shook with anger. She clasped her hands tightly, grinding her teeth angrily.

"Nigel, take them out of my sight and teach them a lesson," she ordered through her gritted teeth. "And deploy our people for a search. Retrack Charlotte’s track and find whoever took her away."

Nigel lowered his head and glanced at one of their soldiers on standby. He tipped his head at the soldiers, and the latter nodded in understanding.

"Madam, we —"

Florence didn’t care what bullshit excuse the servants would tell her. They had one job, and they failed. Thus, she didn’t waste a second of her time to listen to them. Nigel, on the other hand, cast the servants an apologetic look before following Florence to the mansion.

"Madam," he called in a hurry, walking a step behind the madam. "It is possible that the Young Mistress isn’t taken away by anyone."

"What are you saying now, Nigel? I don’t have time for your lectures." Florence grumbled without stopping at her pace. "Call for a meeting. No. Give out an order. I don’t care if you deploy all our people in the society or all my people outside. I don’t care how they’re going to do it. Just find her."

Nigel frowned, taking a deep breath as he took this chance to relay his opinion. "Madam, not long ago, the Young Miss came to me, asking me to help her talk to Hera Cruel."

Florence instantly halted in her steps and looked back. "What did you say?"

"The young miss thinks it was simply a huge misunderstanding and that if she talked to Hera Cruel, it would be fixed."

"Why are you just saying this now, Nigel?" her voice shook with repressed anger. frёeωebɳovel.com

"I didn’t think this would happen. Apologies, Madam, but I think the Young Miss snuck in your plane," Nigel expressed. "It’s impossible for Hera Cruel to find your mansion."

"And you’re saying that now after we left the country and arrived here?!" Her voice pitched. "Nigel, you might think I won’t kill you just because you’ve served this place all your life. You’re wrong. There’s only one reason I am keeping you alive right at this second."

"I already ordered people to look for her back in the country." Nigel lowered his shoulders. "Madam, I think now’s also the time to see if Axel Zhu is capable. He might find her if my theory is correct."

Florence’s anger remained in her eyes, but she didn’t say anything. Turning her back on him, she resumed her tracks.

"Contact Axel Zhu and tell him to do me a favor," she ordered through gritted teeth. "Still, continue the investigation. Pull up all the records from the building I landed, the cars we used, and the hotel. I don’t care if hundreds of people work on it. I need an answer in an hour."

"Yes, madam." Nigel stopped in his tracks, keeping his head low. But just as he turned around, Florence slowed down.

Tilting the phone in her hand, her nose flared upon catching an unknown number. Although there wasn’t a name on it, she was familiar with the number as if the caller wanted Florence to recognize who it was.

"Nigel," Florence called, making Nigel stop from where he was going.

"Madam?" Nigel furrowed his brows, staring at Florence’s back.

"Forget about the search," said Florence quietly but clearly. "Prepare everyone. We’re moving up our attack to the Reapers. Also, call for an emergency meeting with the other four families. Tell them I’ll be bringing home Hera Cruel’s head. If they hadn’t decided until then... they will be next."

"Madam, what are you —"

"It’s Hera," Florence hissed before she resumed her steps, eyes glinting malevolently. She let her phone vibrate within her grasp, answering it as soon as she reached her study.

"Will you look at that?" was the first sarcastic remark Florence heard from the other end of the line. "I thought you were not going to answer because you’re too busy hiding."

"Hera..." Florence chuckled with a shaky, repressed tone. "Where is she?"

"Huh? Someone’s missing?" Hera feigned ignorant. "Who, Florence? Maybe I can help."

"Hera Cruel!" Florence screamed her lungs out. "You are making a grave mistake. If you think you can get away from this, you are deeply wrong."

Hera chuckled in amusement, expecting such a reaction from the madam. No matter how composed this woman was, she would lose her mind and cool once it involved her beloved daughter. Hera knew that because she was also a mother of two beautiful children. If this happened to her children, Hera would turn the world upside down just to save them.

"Oh, Florence, you are one interesting person." Hera’s chuckle made the vein on Florence’s forehead pulsate angrily. "You are feared by anyone who knows you. And yet, you... raised a princess who knows nothing about how the world works. I find it very interesting and somehow, I thank my mother for raising me the way she did."

The corner of Hera’s lips curled up into an evil smirk. "When I told Charlotte I was her cousin and that I needed her help, guess what she did, Florence?"

"Hera...!"

"She embraced me with open arms and told me she’d do anything to help me!" Hera intoned in excitement. "Oh, my! Such a good soul! I just had to squeeze out a tear for her to believe I did not want this. All I had to tell her was that I didn’t want to fight, and she consoled me. Such a good-hearted kid... and it’s a shame she is your daughter."

"You!" Florence hyperventilated in anger, feeling her chest tighten at the images in her mind. "What did you do to her?"

"Nothing... yet," Hera smirked. "Florence, you have been playing outside the society — outside your world for far too long. Therefore, I assume you know the rules of my world. An eye for an eye, tooth for tooth. You killed my mother and took away my last family; I’m going to do the same for you. I’ll take your last living family member."

"On the contrary, we’re blood-related!" she intoned happily. "Technically, we still have each other. We are still family, right? We share a huge percentage of the same blood and loathed each other just as much. I guess we have more common ground than we expected?"

Florence’s face twitched, holding off whatever she wanted to say. In the end, she hung up before throwing the phone across the room.

"Hera Cruel..." her voice shook, ignoring the door that had opened. "Nigel, I want Hera’s head today and I’m gonna get it. No matter what. Call all our contacts — everyone who wants Hera Cruel dead. Tell them today’s the day they can finally settle scores."