Devilish secretary - Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Chapter 225 To destroy
Her eyes widened slowly as the meaning sank in. Bria didn’t want to fight Lilith directly anymore. She wanted to strike her where it hurt.

Her connections.

Her people.

Her heart.

A slow, cruel smile crept onto Sienna’s lips. “She… she has two close friends in the office. Nova and Ava. They’re always around her.”

Grandma Bria’s expression darkened. Her eyes no longer held the warmth of an old woman, only cold shadows.

“Good,” she said, standing up and walking to the window.

She looked out into the night with a heavy silence.

She pulled out her phone, scrolling through numbers.

“I need to speak with my brother. There are a few old… professionals I might need to borrow.”

And as the phone began to ring, her fingers curled tightly around the handle of her cane, her knuckles whitening.

This time, she wasn’t going to leave any trace behind.

Lilith was going to learn what it meant to challenge the real devil.

***

The next day was almost too perfect.

The golden sun spilled across the room like warm honey, and soft clouds drifted lazily through the sky. A gentle breeze slipped through the half-open window, carrying the fresh scent of morning dew and something sweeter—freedom.

It was 8 AM.

Lilith stood in front of the mirror, casually fixing her hair. She wore a soft satin robe, loosely tied around her waist. Her skin glowed in the morning light, and her eyes, though calm, held a quiet spark. Her human doll had already left earlier, he had some important meeting to handle, wearing that boring CEO mask of his. She had watched him rush out in a perfect suit.

She smirked at the memory.

Just then—

Tap tap tap.

The door opened and in rolled Sir Sparkleton, her square-headed robot companion, balancing a tray much too big for his tiny body.

“Miss Lilith! Your royal morning potion is served! Extra creamy, less sugar, just as you threatened yesterday!” he announced proudly, red LED eyes blinking with joy.

Lilith raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t burn the milk this time?”

“Negative! I used precision timing and temperature calibration!” he beamed.

Lilith took the mug, sipped once…paused and nodded slowly.

“…Not bad.”

Sir Sparkleton twirled in a full circle, making a happy whirr sound. “Miss Lilith! Success rate of your approval is rising by 12.6%! I shall now attempt toast with golden crust and no charcoal!”

Lilith sighed, sinking into the couch with her coffee in hand. “One decent breakfast doesn’t make you useful, tin can.”

But her lips twitched.

Her phone rang.

Lilith, who was just beginning to enjoy her peaceful morning coffee, frowned as the screen lit up—unknown number.

Something inside her stilled.

She picked it up.

And the moment she heard the voice on the other end, the calm in her chest shattered like glass.

“Oh Lilith… Lilith…” came the venomous tone of Grandma Bria, dripping with fake sweetness. “I have your little friends, Ava and Nova… hanging nicely over the sea.”

Lilith’s eyes darkened instantly. Her grip on the cup tightened.

Bria’s voice continued, now crueler. “Below them? Twenty hungry sharks, my dear. If you want to see them alive—come to the location I sent you. You have thirty minutes. Or I’ll make sure their death is slow… screaming… and wet. Hahahahaha—” the call ended with her chilling laughter.

Click.

The phone went dead in her hand.

Lilith didn’t speak. Her face shifted slowly…coffee mug forgotten until not a single trace of emotion remained.

She looked down at the location pin.

Then quietly, coldly, turned her head.

“Sir Sparkleton.”

He flinched. “Y-Yes, Miss Lilith?”

“Pack match. A knife. And anything sharp you can store inside that metal belly of yours.”

Sir Sparkleton blinked, scanning her face. “Are we… going to a picnic or a massacre?”

“Both,” she said simply, already walking to her wardrobe.

She changed in silence—pulled on black pants, a dark hoodie, tied her hair back with precision, and secured her watch on her wrist. Her eyes were sharp. Calm. Lethal.

She grabbed a car key from the rack and walked past the guards without blinking. They didn’t stop her. They thought she was going to the office.

If only they knew.

Sir Sparkleton, now armed with half a mini arsenal inside him, settled in the passenger seat. “I have selected three blades, two smoke bombs, and one emergency flare, match. Shall I play dramatic battle music?”

Lilith started the car.

“No. Silence,” she said, voice cold as steel.

And as the engine roared to life, the queen of hell drove straight toward the location—

Not to negotiate.

But to destroy.

***

“Have you found him?” Alexander asked coldly, his voice low but sharp like a blade.

The men standing in front of him stiffened. One of them, clearly nervous, answered quickly, “No, sir… we checked all three addresses, but he’s not there.”

Alexander didn’t respond. His dark eyes narrowed slightly, but his face stayed unreadable. He adjusted the cuffs of his black suit with calm fingers, then turned away from the team without another word.

He climbed the old staircase, the air heavy with dust and the scent of rotting wood. The building was nearly abandoned…quiet, forgotten by the city. The kind of place people avoided. The kind of place secrets went to die. His polished shoes made soft echoes as he walked, each step steady, every movement controlled. He didn’t look back.

The third floor was darker. Lights flickered. The hallway stretched like a tunnel. At the very end, there was one rusted door…silent, still, but not empty.

Alexander stopped in front of it. For a moment, he said nothing.

He had a feeling.

This was it.

The man he was looking for had once worked deep inside Nyom Brown’s underground business..handling illegal shipments, dirty trades, and secret contacts. But after an “accident” left him permanently limp, with both legs amputated below the knees, Nyom had discarded him like trash.

People like Nyom only valued power. And the moment someone became weak, they were erased.

But Alexander?

He saw something else in the forgotten.

A weapon.

With a slight push, the door creaked open.

The room was dim, the walls cracked, and the floor covered in dust. The air was thick and cold. Sitting near the window was a thin, pale man in a rusted wheelchair. His legs were gone, covered with a rough blanket. His eyes were tired, but when he saw Alexander walk in, dressed in a sharp black suit, his tall figure casting a shadow across the floor…those tired eyes widened with fear.

He recognized him.

“W-What do you want?” the man stammered, hands trembling slightly.