All Chapters of My Lover Drowned Me For Greed: I'm Back To Make Him Suffer : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

​The hydraulic decompression seals of the primary dry dock hissed open, venting a dense plume of white steam as the scarred transit rig settled onto the concrete platform. The heavy bunker doors ground shut behind them, locking out the raging tides of Sector 4 and sealing the newly formed trio inside the pristine, hum-filled warmth of the fortress.​"We don't have much time," Evelyn said, stepping out of the passenger cabin before the chassis had even fully settled. She immediately unbuckled the silver canister from her harness, her sharp blue eyes darting across the sprawling array of server banks and defensive terminals that lined the subterranean command deck. "The Inner Council’s data network didn't just lose our physical track; they logged a catastrophic decryption failure at the academy. By now, the Enforcement Division’s strategic division has already flagged Vivian and Julian as sovereign targets."​Old Leo hurried down from the main terminal cat-walk, a heavy iron wrench in o

​The specialized stealth suits felt like a second skin of dense, matte-black weave, engineered to absorb both thermal radiation and local radar frequencies. In the dim light of the bunker's lower armory, Vivian pulled the primary locking straps tight across her chest, her blue eyes reflecting the cold green luminescence of the tactical interface.​"The Blackwater Extraction Facility operates on an isolated, localized power grid," Vivian said, her voice dropping to a sharp, clinical whisper as she loaded a fresh magazine into her suppressed sidearm. "In my past life, the Inner Council used this exact prison block to hold high-tier dissidents whose execution dates had to remain completely off the central census bureau ledger. The outer courtyard is swept by automated gravity-induction mines, and the inner corridors are patrolled by elite warden enforcers wearing thick, ballistically immune kinetic plating."​She tapped her wrist terminal, projecting a dense holographic layout of the wes

​The subterranean command deck of the Vance sanctuary hummed with a predatory energy. Outside the massive blast doors, the newly reinforced atmospheric shield continued to push the toxic lowland downpours back into the sea, but inside, a completely different kind of storm was being brewed.​The rescued first officer sat propped up in a medical chair, a nutrient line attached to his thin arm. Despite his physical weakness, his eyes were sharp, locked entirely on the primary holographic terminal where Evelyn was rendering a complex global asset grid.​"Silas built his entire empire on a lie," the first officer rasped, his voice gaining strength as the data nodes began to illuminate. He reached out a trembling, scarred hand and pressed his thumb against a small biometric scanner Vivian had brought to his side. "He told the Inner Council that he controlled the entirety of the Cross Syndicate’s offshore liquidity. But my old director—Julian’s father—knew that Silas was a snake. He split th

​The air inside the dark subterranean vault crystallized into a suffocating, lethal silence. Between the ancient concrete pillars, the rhythmic dripping of mineral-heavy water was the only sound separating the three figures.​Commander Vane didn’t wait for Julian to make the first move. With the practiced, hyper-fluid speed of an elite high-dome swordsman, his hand flicked to his waist. The high-frequency plasma rapier tore from its scabbard, its thin, elegant beam of white-hot energy humming with a terrifying, vicious hiss that illuminated his cruel, aristocratic features.​"You think raw lowland muscle can match the finest kinetic engineering of the Inner Dome?" Vane sneered, his silver-trimmed greatcoat flaring behind him as he lunged forward, his weapon thrusting straight for Julian’s throat.​Julian didn't back down. Moving with a dark, calculated savagery, his massive frame leaned back just far enough for the superheated plasma beam to whisper past his collarbone, the extreme he

The legislative chamber erupted into absolute, deafening pandemonium. The holographic financial waterfall pulsing in the center of the hall lit up the faces of the Council lords in a harsh green hue, exposing the complete and utter bankruptcy of the Cross Syndicate.​Silas Cross stared at the crimson error text flashing across his personal data-pad, his eyes bulging as his fingers frantically clawed at the frozen interface.​"No... no! This is a glitch! I built this army! I own these men!" Silas shrieked, his voice cracking as he slammed the golden device against the marble podium, shattering its glass casing. He pointed a trembling, desperate finger down at the vanguard enforcers surrounding him. "Shoot him! What are you waiting for? He's just one man! Kill him and I will double your salaries! I’ll give you private estates in the Upper Dome!"​Not a single vanguard soldier moved. The heavy-plated enforcers stood completely frozen, their automated visors flickering as their internal H