Queen Of Hell And Sister Of Satan.

Next Morning, at the Old Manor, Annika was peacefully enjoying her sauna, humming a sweet melody. Her voice was gentle and slow, creating a tranquil atmosphere. However, her peace was abruptly shattered by the frantic knocks on her bedroom door.

"Boss! Your enemy has crossed the border!" Bridget's luscious voice thundered in, filled with shock and urgency. "If you're done enjoying your bath, please come outside!" 

Splash!

Annika frowned and rose from the bathtub. The water cascade down her body like a miniature waterfall, making her look like a goddess emerging from the sea. Her sparkling blue eyes shone like dazzling sapphires in the mist.

She grabbed a towel from the side and wrapped it around herself before stepping out of the bathtub. 

The bathroom was shrouded in mist.

She wiped away the mist from the mirror, revealing her fair and exquisite face. Long, thick lashes framed her jewel-like eyes, which appeared cold and icy at first glance, but with a blink, they returned to their normal, bright sparkle. 

She walked out of the bathroom and dressed herself in a tailored, knee-length sheath dress with a bold jewel tone, paired with a sleek blazer, pointed-toe heels, and shimmering earrings, exhibiting her exquisite beauty. As she left the bedroom, a regal and elegant aura surrounded her, making her look like a princess from a romance novel.

The smell of freshly baked chocolate pastries wafted through the air, and she walked into the kitchen. She found Bridget dressed in a floral apron, humming a tune as she took out the warm pastries from the oven.

"Boss, you're here!" She exclaimed excitedly. "Good timing, look what I've baked." Bridget cheerfully showed a tray of golden-brown pastries, pride shining in her bright green eyes. "Pastries, on my very first try~" She sing-song.

Annika smiled and took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet aroma of the pastries. "They smell delicious, Bri." She gingerly picked up a pastry from the plate and popped it into her mouth, moaning in delight at the flaky, buttery texture. "I never knew you were such a good baker, Bridget."

"Well, what can I say? Guess, I inherited from Mom." Bridget smiled sheepishly, scratching her cheeks.

Annika hummed and took another bite. "Right, what did you want to tell me? You sounded pretty serious."

Bridget's smile faded, and a serious expression crossed her face. "It's about your father." she said, her tone deadpan.

Annika paused, her expression calm and composed as she looked up. "What about him?" she asked, her voice steady.

"He has allowed Avery Clifford to enter the company as the Vice President!"

Boom!

Annika's blue eyes widened, and the pastry from her fingers slipped to the plate with a soft thud. "This.. When did it happen?!" She exclaimed. 

Bridget took a deep breath before responding. "I found out through my spies. Nicholas Knight hasn't published the news yet, but most of the broad members are already aware."

A silence fell over the kitchen.

Annika's eyes narrowed, and she stood up. Her demeanor calm and serene, but the air around her crackled with terrifying darkness. "It seems like I need to hurry up my plans."

With her back straight and shoulders squared, she turned to Bridget and said, "Arrange a meeting with the third-highest shareholder in the Knight Enterprise. If he refuses, threaten him, But make it happen today, as soon as possible, understood?" Her voice was gentle and soft, like a cool breeze on a summer night, but her blue eyes glinted with pure dominance.

Bridget visibly trembled slightly before nodding quickly. "Yes, Boss!" Internally, she lamented. 'Gahhh! Why is her boss so scary but beautiful at the same time?! It's so unfair! She can't even pat her or scold her!!' Bridget heartbrokenly wailed in her heart.

…

~ Luxe Lounge ~ 

The nightclub was as glamorous as its name suggested. The sleek black and gold decor, combined with the soft glow of chandeliers, and dance floors filled with elegantly dressed patrons, creates an atmosphere of luxury and sophistication. 

In one of the VIP rooms, Annika and Bridget sipped on champagne as they calmly waited for the man in waiting to arrive.

Annika leaned back and glanced at her watch. "It's already close to 8, why is that man still not here?"

Bridget took a sip and replied, "Don't worry, Boss, he will be here. Actually, he has to, unless he want his wife to know about his nasty deeds with the office employees." She chuckled mischievously, her green eyes twinkling.

"Well, I definitely wouldn't mind watching the show if I had time," Annika remarked with an equally vicious smirk, casually siping on her champagne. "I'm sure it would be quite interesting show."

Just then, the door to their room swung open, and a middle-aged man entered, accompanied by a waiter. He was dressed in a gray suit and had polished looks. His expressions were haughty and full of arrogance as he looked at Annika and Bridget. He sneered and commanded at the waiter. "Bring the finest bottle of wine," His voice was dripping with disdain.

Seating himself across from Annika and Bridget, His black eyes scanned them from head to toe, his gazed gilled with lust. 

Annika's expression turned icy, and she exchanged a glance with Bridget, signaling her to subdue the man.

Bridget nodded, and she swiftly retrieved a knife from her boot pocket and hurled it toward the man.

Swoosh!

It landed between his legs, in front of his crotch, eliciting an ugly, fearful scream from him. "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" 

"You! You! Ugly bitch!! Do you know who I am?!" His eyes were big and wide as he angrily pointed his finger at Annika and Bridget. "How dare you behave disgraceful towards me?!!" 

Annika let out a cold laugh, and she languidly strolled toward him. Her steps slowed and deliberate as they thundered into Ben Smith's ears like a death knell. "You should be careful of who you call ugly, Mr. Smith." She warned, retrieving the knife between his legs and expertly twirling it around. "Don't want to get you to be the ugly one, right?" She whispered menacing, pressing the blade against his throat.

Ben's eye widened in feared as the cold steel grazed his skin. His hands trembled, and he fumbled with his words. "I…I what do you need? I will get you that! Anything! But please leave me!" He stammered, his heart racing in his chest as the beads of sweat formed on his oily face.

Annika's eyes boredly look at the man underneath her, who was on the verge of sobbing. With a flick of her wrist, she made a scratched on his cheek.

Swoosh!

The dark-red blood spurted out like a water fountain.

"AHHHHHH!!!" Ben let out a loud cry of pain as the warm liquid trickled down, and his body shook uncontrollably.

"Shh, calm down," Annika whispered, her voice icy and menacing. "I don't want anything from you except your silence. Understand?" Ben nodded frantically, his eyes wide with terror as he realized the depth of danger he was in.

"Good boy." Annika patted the bloody knife on the scratch she just made. But this time, Ben kept his mouth shut despite the searing pain. He didn't want to anger the devil in front of him anymore otherwise his poor life would be in even more danger.

Meanwhile, Bridget's face remained expressionless, as if whatever was unfolding didn't scare the shit out of her. But internally, she was literally screaming in terror. 'Gahhhhhhhhh!!!!! Scary! So Scary!!! Why did her boss have to look like a demon from hell?! Help! Anyone! Please let me out of here!!!'

"Look, I don't want anything." Annika stood up, cleaning the knife from the Ben's shirt. " I just hope you can be a good little dog and obediently hand me over the shares of the Knight Enterprise." 

"Otherwise...." Annika's turned around and brought the knife right in front of his eyes! "This eyes of yours will be gone forever." She whispered, her voice dripped with malice as she looked at him with a chilling smile. 

She looked like the Queen of hell and sister of Satan with her chilling blue eyes and terrifying aura surrounding her. 

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Yellow liquid oozed out between Ben's legs as he fearfully looked at Annika, his eyes wide and round with terror and his poor heart beating fast and hard against his ribcage.

"give..give.. I will give!!" He stammered, and shamefully covered his legs with his hands. 

He has wet himself in sheer terror!