Novel & Cerita The Undetectable Strongest Job: Rule Breaker

But as I thought about it, one person immediately came to mind. "What about Bernard?" I asked. "He works in your office, he has access to files and conversations, and he certainly has motivation to want your business to fail." "Bernard?" Vanya shook her head. "He is too broken and defeated to organize something like this. Besides, he needs his job at my company. Why would he sabotage the business that provides his income?" I was not convinced. In my experience as a lawyer, the most dangerous enemies were often the ones people underestimated because they appeared harmless.

What the hell was going on? He didn't do anything, but it seemed that he did! "There's actually an expert among these slaves." "Young man, it would appear that I have underestimated you." "However, you've also underestimated Nightsky City." "If we want to set the rules with these minions, you don't even have to show up. Some people have already broken the rules." There were a lot of people who could be ruthless and fierce, but these people were just playing on the surface. The really powerful people were the ones who made this rule.

No one blamed us, but we blamed Marcus. "But what did you do after you put the bug? Escaped? Afraid to reveal your identity? You can even put in some sleeping drugs, or even capture them by yourselves. It is about doing the extra mile for your job, not just doing what you are instructed. You are not robots, you can deduce what will be the outcome." It told us again that you thought the magnitude of our sin. Maybe because they are rule breakers that's why they are like that.

As he looked at me, I went on, "Remember, we are the sons of mom and dad. We are Alphas, the rulers of our pack. Undergrove is the biggest pack. We cannot be taken down lightly." I simply wiped his tears and said to him, "Even though the crown is on my head, but you are still an Alpha and the Alpha does not allow itself to be disrespected by others. You are also a manipulator, I have the ability to detect lies. The manipulator and the lies detector when combined become unstoppable. We are powerful, Travis and no one will die for either of you or Ross. You know Ross, like us, he is also powerful. That's how we are and again no one dies if we work together." He stopped crying, but he shook his

"Good. Just observe them for the mean time. Report to me if ever you hear them talk about something important." "Got that, boss." The person on the other line muted the call as they walked towards an office. They sat comfortably on the chair as they browse on the computer. "She officially got into that group, huh?" The person stared at Eleonna Salvelle's profile intently as they poured an expensive liquor into the expensive looking glass. The person hummed in wonder. "I've eliminated a thousands of pests already, but this one's the most exciting so far... Eleonna Rielle Salvelle, you think you stand a chance against us, huh?"

"Need-to-know access becomes even smaller." "If anyone questions the changes..." I paused. "...watch them." The room answered with quiet nods. I looked once more at the frozen map. Ghost Rider hadn't beaten me. Not tonight. But they had forced me to admit something I hadn't considered before. The greatest weakness in any operation wasn't the roads. Or the weapons. Or the men. It was the habits of the person leading it. And mine had just become the first thing I intended to destroy.

"Sometimes I don't understand your gender" Joey said with a smile. "You guys can be so inconsistent sometimes" "The only men who do understand women are those with quantities of experience" Audrey said wisely. "They are the dangerous ones because they know just how to act... And attract. Jeremy is a typical example" "Audrey, I believe you hate him" Joey said.

“I don’t know these people, and I have absolutely no dealings with them. Someone clearly sent them. Someone who knows me.” Her voice was steady, but Adrian could hear the strain hiding beneath it. He stepped closer. “What do you know about them?” The officer glanced between them before responding. “They’re part of a notorious group known as the Black Circuit. Ruthlessness is practically their identity. They’re trained to endure interrogation, torture, psychological pressure — everything. They will die before they reveal their sender. That’s their code.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “And you’re telling me a gang like that is just roaming free? Unchecked?”

he muttered one morning, “but this paperwork… this is brutal.” I smiled at him, ruffling his hair. “This is the part where we make sure everything he tried to ruin actually survives. And you’re part of it, whether you like it or not.” Adrian’s expertise was indispensable. He coordinated secure communications with the affected parties, corrected manipulations in financial and political systems, and ensured the legacy remained uncompromised. Watching him work with precision reminded me that survival wasn’t just about brute strength—it was about knowledge, strategy, and calm under pressure.

I said evenly, “or are you just lonely?” His laugh was sharp. “I’m telling you the truth,” he said. “You want insight into A2? Fine. Here it is: they studied my work, and they studied you, and they decided the weakest point was dependence on a single anchor. So they removed you. Good. That makes you harder to weaponize directly. But it also means every new variant will be less… constrained by your quirks. They won’t stop where you would. They’ll optimize for whatever their paymasters want. Profit. Compliance. Pacification.”