Chapter 152 Victoria's Strength
Craig lounged arrogantly on the sofa, legs crossed, squinting at Victoria, who was dressed head-to-toe in black, only her eyes visible.
"You say you're Carol?" Craig asked.
Victoria sized him up too. Craig, the head of Underworld Specter, was surprisingly young and handsome, with deep eyes and a high nose bridge. The scar on his forehead added to his charm, almost like a trademark.
She knew Underworld Specter had a secret boss, but no one knew who it was.
Victoria took off her mask, revealing a delicate face.
Her beauty made everyone gasp.
"Yes, it's me," she said calmly.
Craig frowned and said coldly, "Do you think I'm an idiot? Are you kidding? Do you even know who Carol is?"
He didn't believe her. No one would.
Carol became famous six years ago, not just for her mysterious identity, but because she controlled the entire O Alliance, a powerful organization known for their acts of justice.
The O Alliance had six rulers, each overseeing different regions, and Carol was the most powerful among them.
But petite, frail-looking Victoria as Carol? The ruler of the O Alliance? What a joke.
Craig sneered.
Victoria stayed calm, her clear eyes showing amusement.
She knew he wouldn't believe her just based on her words.
"So, how do you want me to prove it?" Victoria asked.
She handed the initiative to him.
Craig played with his lighter before speaking slowly, "Easy. I've heard Carol has a golden gun. Show it to me, I'll believe you." He smiled slyly.
Victoria smiled faintly. As she reached behind her, Craig's guards immediately drew their guns.
Six guns pointed at her, but she stayed eerily calm, showing no fear.
This made Craig reassess her.
Victoria entering Underworld Specter alone was already unexpected; she had guts.
Suddenly, her previously empty hand held a golden gun.
Craig squinted, staring intently at the gun, then got up and walked towards her.
He took one look, and his eyes lit up.
"May I touch it?" Craig asked.
His sudden politeness made Victoria pause.
Few knew Craig had a hobby of collecting guns, except for this golden custom gun, which he had always wanted.
He thought Victoria would agree, given she was on his turf.
But Victoria didn't follow his expectations.
She quickly retracted the gun, lazily lifting her eyelids. "Sorry, I'm a clean freak." Meaning she didn't want others to touch her things.
Craig's face darkened; it was the first time someone had refused him on his turf.
"You'd better know this is my turf!" Craig shouted.
Victoria responded indifferently, "Then you'd better know who I am!"
Craig fell silent.
Seeing that exquisite gun made him forget she was Carol.
He wasn't afraid of the O Alliance, but he enjoyed a peaceful life lately and didn't want conflicts. Besides, having one more friend was better than having one more enemy.
If they could be friends, he wouldn't make them enemies. If they couldn't be friends, then they would just be passersby.
But why did she come to Underworld Specter?
Was there something the O Alliance couldn't handle?
"Alright, then tell me. What do you want from Underworld Specter? Does the mighty ruler of the O Alliance need something from me?" Craig asked.
He took a step back, spread his hands, shrugged, and looked at her puzzled.
Victoria pressed the brim of her hat, then slightly raised her head to meet his gaze, her eyes sharp. In a cold voice, she said, "I'm looking for someone."
Craig was curious why she would come here to find someone. "Who?"
"Loren Schneider," Victoria said indifferently.
Craig was slightly stunned. Why was she looking for his assistant?
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