Devilish secretary - Chapter 203

Chapter 203: Chapter 203 Escape (2)
She turned her head slightly, watching the island grow smaller behind her.

But before she could feel too pleased with herself—

A second engine roared to life.

Lilith narrowed her eyes.

Of course.

Sebastian’s men weren’t just trained bodyguards…they were smart.

She didn’t even need to look back to know that they had already gotten onto another boat and were now chasing after her.

A voice crackled through the small radio attached to the dashboard.

“Miss Lilith, cut the engine and return to shore. We will not ask twice.”

Lilith snorted. “And if I don’t?”

“Then we will retrieve you by force.”

Lilith rolled her eyes. “How predictable.”

She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her mind racing.

She wasn’t stupid enough to think she could outrun them forever.

She needed to be smarter.

Her gaze flicked across the open water, scanning the surroundings.

Then she saw it.

A rock formation rising from the ocean, sharp and jagged, creating a narrow pathway between two massive cliffs.

Perfect.

She turned the wheel sharply, sending the boat barreling toward the dangerous opening.

Sir Sparkleton blared alarms.

“WARNING! WARNING! COLLISION COURSE DETECTED! MISS LILITH, THIS IS A TERRIBLE IDEA!”

Lilith grinned. “If it’s a terrible idea, that means it’ll probably work.”

She pushed the throttle forward, her boat rocketing toward the tight passage.

Behind her, the second boat was closing in fast.

But Lilith was faster.

And she was about to prove it.

The wind roared past her, salty ocean mist clinging to her skin as Lilith’s boat sped toward the jagged rock formation.

Her pulse raced, but her grip on the wheel remained steady.

Behind her, the other boat was closing in, the sound of its engine growing louder, its presence looming like a shadow.

“Miss Lilith, abort this course immediately! High probability of fatal impact!” Sir Sparkleton’s voice was almost hysterical.

Lilith rolled her eyes.

“Shut up, tin can. If you don’t want to die, hold on.”

She yanked the wheel at the last second, the boat tilting violently as it sliced through the narrow gap between the towering cliffs.

The jagged rocks whipped past her, inches away, but she never flinched.

Behind her, she heard a sudden curse over the radio.

“Shit! Pull back! Pull back! We won’t fit!”

Lilith’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk.

She had bet on it.

Sebastian’s men had taken a larger, heavier boat, one designed for strength, not maneuverability.

Unlike hers…sleek, fast, built for slipping through tight spaces.

And now?

They were stuck.

“Miss Lilith, congratulations! You have temporarily evaded capture!” Sir Sparkleton chirped.

Lilith laughed breathlessly, adrenaline pulsing through her veins.

“Damn right I did.”

The moment she emerged on the other side, the ocean stretched wide before her, endless and dark.

She had bought herself time.

But she wasn’t safe yet.

“Alright, tin can, next question.” She flicked a strand of damp hair from her face. “Where’s the nearest island with civilization?”

Sir Sparkleton beeped, processing.

“Scanning… scanning…”

A pause.

Then—

“Nearest inhabited land is approximately 32 nautical miles northwest. Estimated travel time at current speed: 3 hours.”

Lilith groaned.

“Ugh. That’s so far.”

“Correction! That is a survivable distance, Miss Lilith! You should celebrate!”

Lilith sighed, shaking her head.

“I swear, when I get back, I’m going to destroy humandoll entire security system.”

She adjusted the course, angling the boat northwest.

The night was fast approaching, the water turning darker, the stars beginning to emerge above her.

As the night grew darker, the sky above stretching into an endless canvas of black, Lilith’s blue eyes turned eerily deep.

The ocean’s silence, the rhythmic crash of the waves—it all felt too familiar.

Not from this life.

But from another.

Because the truth was…

She had been here before.

Not on this exact island, not in this exact world but this realm, this existence.

It wasn’t her first visit.

It had been 500 years since she last walked this world.

And that time she hadn’t come to live, she had come to take lives.

The realization didn’t unsettle her.

She had been sent to reap.

Not all souls..only the great ones. The ones that shone too brightly, the ones that left behind legacies so powerful, they echoed through time.

That’s why she had recognized the historical palace she had visited with human doll.

It wasn’t just some historical site to her.

She had stood there before.

Not as a visitor.

But as an executioner of fate.

Of course, she didn’t take lives every day.

But when she had been called..when the balance of power demanded it, she had answered.

She had ruled many worlds.

Empires had risen and fallen beneath her gaze.

And now?

Now she was here again.

Alive. Human. Bound to this world in a way she had never been before.

Her thoughts unraveled, twisting deeper, until—

A sharp, robotic beep shattered the heavy silence.

“Miss Lilith!”

Sir Sparkleton’s voice chirped through the still night air.

“Deep emotional distress detected! Should I activate comforting mode?”

Lilith blinked.

Her fingers gripped the wheel tighter, grounding herself back into the present.

She let out a slow, measured breath, calming the storm brewing inside her.

Then—

She turned to the square-headed annoyance beside her, deadpan.

“Comforting mode? What the hell is that?”

Sir Sparkleton whirred excitedly.

“I have three comforting settings! Would you like a warm motivational speech, calming ocean facts, or a simulated hug?”

Lilith stared at him.

Then, without a word, she grabbed him by the head and dropped him onto the floor of the boat.

“I hate you,” she muttered, pressing her fingers against her temple.

Sir Sparkleton twitched but remained determined.

“Miss Lilith! Suppressed emotions are unhealthy! I highly recommend processing your thoughts with a licensed AI therapist! I can generate one right now—”

Lilith groaned, tilting her head back to look at the sky.

Why the hell was this thing programmed to be so damn annoying?

She had escaped human doll island.

She had outsmarted his men.

But somehow—

She still couldn’t escape this damn robot.