Chapter 191 Pay in Blood
'Sympathy?' Hilda scoffed.
He didn't need their pity.
It felt like a slap in the face, a stinging insult to his pride.
He wasn't some fragile child who couldn't handle a setback. But to be defeated, not once, but twice, by someone he considered utterly beneath him? That was a bitter pill to swallow.
Because Hilda had always looked down on Skyview. Always.
In Hilda's eyes, Skyview was nothing but a lucky fool. A nobody who, if not for a dying man's last-minute will and testament, would be spending his days delivering packages for Lakeview Express. A nobody who wouldn't earn enough in a year to buy even two glasses of the fine wine Hilda favored. They were worlds apart, separated by a chasm of wealth and social standing so vast that Hilda could have ruined Skyview's life with a single word.
Even after Skyview's unexpected inheritance, Hilda hadn't considered Skyview a threat. He'd assumed, like many who stumbled into sudden wealth, that Skyview would squander his fortune, proving himself to be nothing more than a glorified lottery winner.
However, how wrong he had been.
If their first clash over Lakeview Express could be excused as a simple miscalculation on Hilda's part, a fluke victory for Skyview, this latest defeat painted a much harsher reality: Skyview was the more capable businessman.
It was a truth Hilda found difficult to accept.
He knew, deep down, that the 'Boring' incident had Skyview's fingerprints all over it. Skyview's machinations had led to Hilda's downfall. And that unexpected alliance with Oliver? It had been the final nail in the coffin, solidifying Skyview's position and increasing his wealth.
Hilda, meanwhile, was left with a company on the brink of ruin.
The comparison was galling.
"Skyview, Skyview..." Hilda snarled, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He gripped his hair, his face contorted in a mask of rage. "You're impressive, I'll give you that. A nobody who managed to bring me down. Twice. But this isn't over! I will have my revenge!"
Anger, jealousy, self-recrimination, and a burning, all-consuming rage – these were the emotions that now consumed Hilda.
"I underestimated you, Skyview," he muttered to himself. "You're ruthless, cunning... a natural-born capitalist. But now, I'll teach you the most important lesson a capitalist can learn: when fair competition fails, elimination is the only option."
Hilda's thoughts turned dark and murderous. Skyview had cost him billions. He wanted Skyview to pay in blood.
As a Wharton graduate, Hilda understood the brutal reality of the capitalist world. It was a world built on violence and exploitation, where fortunes were made and lost on the backs of others. Eliminating the competition, even physically, was not unheard of.
Especially in the early days of Evalia capitalism, when lives were cheap and the pursuit of wealth justified any means.
Even in modern times, cross the wrong capitalist, and one might find himself pushing up daisies.
Capitalism, Hilda knew, was a blood sport.
And he was ready to play.
Suzanne's presence complicated things, of course. Taking out Skyview wouldn't be easy, with her guarding him like a hawk. He needed a professional.
But the world of assassins was foreign to Hilda. The rules of engagement were different in Evalia, and assassination was a contingency he hadn't prepared for.
He needed help.
And the only person who could provide it was the one person he loathed above all others.
Kaelen Darkmoon.
What was the most unbearable torture a person could endure? To exist in the shadow of another. To have a peer, a classmate, a friend who effortlessly surpassed you in every conceivable way.
Kaelen was that person for Hilda.
More handsome, more intelligent, more charismatic, more successful... Kaelen outshone everyone, leaving Hilda feeling perpetually inadequate.
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