Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

So… where had Ray gotten a gun and bullets?And a rifle, no less!Could this guy have been in the military before? But even if he were, could a soldier just bring a rifle home? Clearly not.Electra felt a twinge of confusion, a flicker of hesitation. Maybe she shouldn't provoke this mysterious man. After all, the bodies piled up outside were proof enough.But then she reminded herself of her advantage: beauty.And Ray's weakness? Lust."I can make this work," she told herself. "And if I succeed, I should be able to enjoy a comfortable life for a long time."She decided to take the risk.No longer hesitating, Electra stepped into the corridor and slipped off her coat. Even though she shivered violently from the cold, she forced herself to stay composed. She used her phone's light to highlight her face—she wanted to make sure Ray could see exactly what a beauty she was.Bang, bang, bang.She pounded on the iron door.It was impressively thick.She whistled softly. By her prof

"However, I found a dagger in your boot!" Ray's voice cut through the room.Electra's instincts screamed danger. She tried to move, but the enormous hands around her neck tightened suddenly.She gasped and struggled, kicking out, but her legs couldn't reach him. Her vision blurred, and oxygen deprivation made her head spin.Just as she feared she was about to die, Ray abruptly released his grip."What's your real identity?" His voice carried an eerie calm, like it came from the horizon.When someone intended to kill him, Ray naturally showed no mercy.Electra's will wavered at the brink of death. She stammered, "My real name is Electra Willow. I… I'm from Jayzepan. My father is a foreigner. I'm a professional killer. I came to Gohaven to kill someone named Bruce Conor—not you!"She was terrified of Ray now.'Ah, Jayzepan… no wonder she sounded so proud mentioning her father. He's Jayzepanese, isn't he?' Ray mused wryly, letting his mind wander to the absurdity of the situation.

"What a coincidence," Bruce continued. "The disaster struck on Children's Day. I came early that morning, planning to take my son out for the day, and then…"There was no need to finish the sentence. They had been trapped there ever since.A thought stirred in Ray's mind, and everything suddenly made sense. He now understood why an assassin had been sent after Bruce.Bruce had an illegitimate son. Of course he'd want to pass Gemini Real Estate to his son. But would his wife's family ever agree to that?When billions in assets are involved, hiring an assassin was hardly strange.If Bruce died, Gemini Real Estate would fall into his wife's family's hands. And the illegitimate son? They'd probably send assassins to get rid of him too.Ray thought about it, then asked, "The photos you showed me earlier—don't tell me that woman is your mistress?"Bruce admitted it outright. "That's right. She's my lover. I'm old enough to be her father, but I chose her because she's beautiful and a t

Whether it was Sean or Bruce, their endings would be no different."The fog hasn't lifted yet. Fine—I'll play along a little longer," Ray muttered to himself. In any case, he had no intention of leaving the villa. From the moment he stayed put, he already stood in an invincible position. What was there to fear? A head‑on confrontation?So what if Sean had countless followers? So what if Bruce's bodyguards were highly trained, even former mercenaries?Under overwhelming firepower, all lives were equal."The only thing I need to watch out for is getting stabbed in the back. And for that, I just need to be careful of women who come knocking. Any unfamiliar woman could be sent by either of those two factions. "Even Honey and Amanda might turn on me. It's all about profits."As long as a woman is foolish enough to believe the terms someone offers her—like promising half the supplies after taking me down—she might fall for it."After all, there's no real emotional bond between me

That night, Ray was in the middle of an intense workout, sweat soaking his body, when his phone suddenly sounded an alert.He stopped and checked the screen.Someone was at the door—knocking—and holding up a phone high in the air, playing a video directly at the surveillance camera.The image was unclear, but it was enough to tell it was something very much not suitable for children.Ray went down to the basement and remotely opened the door.With a clang, the iron gate swung open.The man at the entrance froze for a moment, then stepped inside, shock flashing across his face.There was light here—that alone wasn't so strange. But how could it be this warm?He looked at Ray, his gaze flickering, clearly weighing whether he should make a move and seize this place for himself.In the end, he restrained himself. After all, Ray's reputation was terrifying."This is the video you wanted," the man said, lifting his phone."Put it on the table," Ray replied.The man walked over an