Chapter 666 Every Move Watched

"It's fine. The money’s more than enough. After all, I’m only targeting three bottom-feeding lowlifes. For professionals like them, that should be easy. I just want everything cleaned up perfectly, with no trace left behind. Shouldn’t cost that much," Kyla said.

"Alright. Kyla, if you need anything, just tell me. I’ll do everything I can to help," Tobias replied.

"Thank you. Tobias, do you think I’m a terrible woman? I mean, I’m actually hiring a hitman to kill people…" Kyla asked.

What Kyla cared about most was how Tobias saw her. Even though it was necessary to get Tobias’s confirmation, the truth was, she didn’t trust Genevieve at all.

The only person in this world Kyla trusted anymore was Tobias. Since Tobias had confirmed that the contact was legit, that it really belonged to a dark web assassin organization, Kyla finally felt at ease.

Tobias’s reply came quickly and gently. "No, Kyla. I don’t think that at all. I believe everything you’re doing is for our future. The world isn’t kind to people like us. You know the saying, ‘if you don’t fight for yourself, no one else will.’ I’ve done things in the dark too, and I understand what it feels like. I’m not here to judge you. You have to believe me, no matter what the world says, no matter who tries to call you evil, I know who you really are. You’re honest. Kind. Soft-hearted. You’re just doing what it takes to survive, and that’s not wrong, it’s instinct. The people who stand on moral high ground and point fingers? If they were in your position, they’d be even crueler than you. I’ll be by your side, Kyla. Through every rumor. Every accusation. I’ll stand with you without hesitation."

Tobias’s words landed exactly where Kyla was most vulnerable.

They shattered the last flicker of doubt she had been clinging to.

He was right. Tobias was absolutely right.

If she didn’t protect herself in this world, no one else would.

Those who sacrificed everything for others, who bent over backwards just to play the saint, were nothing more than fools.

At the core of it, people were selfish. That was the truth of human nature. She hadn’t done anything wrong.

She had only done what anyone else in her shoes would have done.

And like Tobias said, the ones who judged her? If they had to make the same choice, they’d probably go even further than she had.

Unless you’ve lived it yourself, there’s no way to truly understand why Kyla made the choices she did.

But it didn’t matter anymore.

Kyla had stopped caring what people thought of her.

She had money now. She could rely on her own strength to live a life of luxury, and with that, she could make even those who once looked down on her bow their heads in submission.

And most importantly, she had the man she loved by her side.

As long as Tobias believed in her, trusted her heart, nothing else mattered.

“Thank you, Tobias. You’re the man I love most in this world. With someone like you who truly understands me, I don’t feel alone anymore. Even if I died right now, I’d have no regrets.”

Tears streamed down Kyla’s face as she typed the message with shaking hands. The moment she hit send, she didn’t hesitate, she dialed the number for R Organization.

Meanwhile, Tilda had thrown together a simple lunch–a sandwich with egg, ham, and shredded pork, paired with freshly brewed pour-over coffee.

As she took a sip, her phone buzzed. It was Rain.

Tilda casually tapped the speaker button with one hand while holding her coffee with the other.

"Tilda."

Rain’s cheerful voice came through the line.

"Rain, how’s it going with Kyla?" Tilda asked, calm and focused.

"Everything’s unfolding exactly the way you wanted! Hehe… Tilda, aren’t I such a good boy? Don’t I deserve some praise?"

Hearing the anticipation in Rain’s voice, Tilda responded with playful affection, "Of course, my Rain is the best, the cutest, and the absolute most amazing little brother in the world. Come visit me in Slosa sometime, I’ll take you out for some fun and introduce you to a few new friends."

"Sounds like a plan! I’m really curious about your friends too, Tilda. Oh, by the way, Skin Organization’s situation is mostly under control. That means we’ll have enough resources freed up to start digging into your mentor, Harvey. What about Genevieve? What’s the plan for her?"

"Grab her. Don’t kill her yet, she still has a role to play later on. And as for Kyla’s biological parents and her little sister… you already know what to do."

"Easy. I’m on it."

After hanging up, Tilda carried her coffee out onto the balcony.

The sun was shining. People moved along the street below, rushing to wherever life was pulling them. A few birds fluttered by, chirping as they passed.

Life felt peaceful.

Almost indulgent.

Tilda took a slow sip of the rich, steaming coffee, the scent wrapping around her like silk.

A slight, icy smile tugged at her lips.

Kyla had no idea. Not even in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that every message, every call, every move she made with Tobias… Tilda had been watching it all.

Genevieve, Tobias, Kyla, and that still–unseen, mysterious player…

Everything was part of a web. A web Tilda had spun herself.

And when it all finally tore apart and burst into flames, the ones who’d burn to ash would be the Jensons.

Days passed.