A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 995

Starla knew exactly how Herbert viewed her. He respected her ruthlessness when she tore apart the Yelchin family, but in his mind, that sort of cunning was useless in places like Yoran Country or the Cyrus Sea. In this world, brute force ruled, and any random thug could crush her.

"Stop acting like a child!" Herbert barked.

"You seem to have forgotten something," Starla replied smoothly. "I have money."

Herbert paused.

"Is there anything in this world that money can't buy? There are plenty of people out there who want that old bastard dead, right?"

"What are you saying?" Herbert's voice tightened.

"There are so many mercenary groups willing to take a paycheck. I figured I'd hire a few to add some fireworks to tonight's festivities."

Herbert's heart hammered against his ribs. "You... you hired mercenaries? Starla, are you insane?"

Words failed him. He never expected her to go this far. The moment she had stepped foot into this underworld, she had completely adapted to its cutthroat logic. This wasn't something the old Starla would have ever considered.

"What about it?" Starla asked coldly.

"This isn't your style."

"But isn't this exactly what you and Yardley wanted from me?" she shot back. "The second I returned to Yoran Country, Yardley assigned Reba to me and forced me to learn how this world operates, even when I didn't want to. You both dragged me into the mud, and now that I'm playing by your rules, you're telling me it's not 'my style'?"

She hadn't wanted to become this person, but they had forced her hand. And now that she was exactly who they molded her to be, Herbert had a problem with it? The hypocrisy was suffocating.

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