Chapter 156

"Little girl, aren't you here for some fun?" The bartender licked his lips, his gaze crawling over her like oil. "How about I show you something more exciting?"

As he spoke, two hulking men lunged from the shadows.

The bartender's triumphant smirk froze.

The delicate-looking girl pivoted, her leg slicing through the air with lethal precision. Both men crashed to the floor without even grazing her clothes, howling in pain.

"Misunderstanding! It was all a misunderstanding!" The bartender paled, stumbling backward.

Evelyn Sullivan twisted his wrist. A sharp crack echoed as his arm went limp.

"Ah—Mercy, please! I won't dare again!"

"Want to live?" She released him, staring down coldly. "Answer my questions."

"Anything! I'll tell you everything!"

"Did someone recently book your most expensive private room?"

The bartender's pupils constricted. "How did you—"

"Yes or no."

"Y-yes... A masked man. Comes every Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Always with a group of thugs..." Sweat beaded on his forehead. "That's all I know, I swear!"

Evelyn narrowed her eyes. "What time does he arrive?"

"A-around nine... Never stays more than two hours..."

She let go. The bartender crumpled to the ground.

"Remember this—lie to me, and you'll suffer ten times worse."

Exiting the bar, Evelyn glanced at the hidden door at the end of the hallway. It led straight to the subway—perfect cover for the bartender's crimes.

The villa was silent when she returned late that night.

Light spilled from the living room. Ethan Sullivan sat rigid on the sofa, radiating icy fury.

"Where were you?" His voice could freeze hell.

Evelyn paused. "Personal business."

"Personal business?" He shot to his feet. "At 3 AM?"

"I don't report to you."

"I'm your husband!" His fist smashed through the coffee table. Glass shattered.

Evelyn turned toward the stairs. "Think whatever you want."

As the bedroom door clicked shut, porcelain exploded downstairs. Leaning against the door, her fingers absently traced the hidden weapon in her sleeve—Ethan's moods were becoming increasingly unpredictable.

Friday, 8 PM. Evelyn entered the private room right on schedule.

Scorpion lounged on the leather sofa, his silver-gray mask glinting. A raspy chuckle escaped as she walked in.

"Iris. I've heard so much about you."

Evelyn took the seat opposite him, gaze sharp as a blade. "Scorpion. Keep our feud between us. Leave innocents out of it."

"Innocents?" He leaned forward abruptly. "When you slaughtered thirty-seven of my men, did you think about their families?"

He slammed the table. A dozen black-clad figures materialized, sealing off the room.

"I'll make you watch as everyone you care about disappears."