Chapter 91: The Spokesperson, Yvette Ivanova

Chapter 91: The Spokesperson, Yvette Ivanova

Willard Smith was still unaware of the changes happening to Vincent. Seeing Vincent in such pain, he assumed it was due to his own supernatural power.

He thought that his dose was too strong and that Vincent, being a weakling, couldn't handle it.

Willard intended to withdraw his poison ability.

However, his poison had already been neutralized by the Heavenly Flame of Creation.

Before he could figure out what was happening, Vincent's screams suddenly stopped, his head hanging lifelessly.

Willard frowned, stepping forward to find that Vincent had stopped breathing.

Quickly retracting his vines, Vincent's limp body fell to the ground.

It was Alexander who had orchestrated Vincent's death.

Alexander needed a pawn to eliminate Welma on his behalf.

Vincent's death was crucial to intensify the conflict between Willard and Welma.

Whether Welma could trace Vincent's death back to Willard or even locate him wasn't a concern for Alexander.

In fact, Alexander respected Welma's abilities.

No one knows you better than your enemy.

Even if Welma couldn't find Willard's hideout, Alexander had plenty of ways to help her track him down, setting the stage for a thrilling confrontation.

To Alexander, Welma was already as good as dead.

Upon seeing Vincent's lifeless body, Willard felt no excitement or sense of vengeance fulfilled.

Instead, he was instantly gripped by panic.

He slumped to the ground, his mouth agape as he stared in disbelief at Vincent's corpse.

"Dead? Dead?"

"Welma is going to kill me!"

He was deeply afraid of Welma!

Despite the elder saying Welma was an ideal target, he still feared her.

As the director of the Bluewater security bureau, she held considerable power, instilling a primal fear in him.

At his core, he was just a small-time figure who had stumbled upon power.

Several minutes passed.

Willard gritted his teeth, forcing his gaze to turn ruthless.

"What am I afraid of? I have the [Merlin's Magic Core Formation], and an S-Rank ability. What do I have to fear?!"

Willard climbed to his feet and gave Vincent's body a few hard kicks.

"Damn you! Even dead, you still manage to scare me! Damn it! I'll get your sister one day!"

Perhaps these kicks were to bolster his own courage.

Vincent's death meant he would have to face Welma's wrath sooner or later.

Glancing around, Willard abandoned his vehicle and took off in a desperate run.

After he left, Vincent's body began to change.

Gradually, it vaporized, leaving behind only the jacket of the fallen security officer.

The [Jacket Fruit] effect had been triggered.

A black-clad figure wearing a ghastly mask descended from the night sky, grabbed the jacket, and flew off toward the slums.

Inside a traditional-style building, Alexander studied the design plans for his garden courtyard.

This courtyard was more than sufficient for living.

However, it was located in the slums, and should monsters attack the city, it might not be secure.

Since the garden housed many of his secrets, he didn't want them exposed.

Enhancing the courtyard's defenses was part of his future development plans.

Knock, knock.

The study door was knocked upon.

Without looking up, Alexander said, "Enter."

The door opened, revealing Jack in his eerie mask.

With both hands, he presented the security officer's jacket.

Alexander's expression remained unchanged. He simply gestured to the empty closet and said calmly, "Hang it up."

Jack placed the jacket in the closet and, with respect, asked:

"Master Alex, Vincent is dead. This will shake Bluewater. Should the Mercenary Guild meeting scheduled for the day after tomorrow still proceed?"

Alexander continued to examine the design plans, occasionally jotting down notes, and replied:

"As planned. Send out the invitations tomorrow evening."

Alexander was not the type to hold all power personally, nor did he micromanage every detail.

Such a boss was, in fact, not very hands-on.

Relaying information and delivering messages could easily be left to Jack.

After all, he controlled the fates of all the hunters.

Take Vincent, for example; he was dead within less than half a minute and in the most painful way.

Jack gave a slight bow and headed out, only to run into Yvette Ivanova.

"Sister Yvette."

There was a hint of respect in Jack's voice.

Ever since Yvette became Alexander's steward, Jack knew she would be an important person in Alexander's circle.

Besides, with a stunning woman like Yvette around him every day, who knew if the two were involved?

For all he knew, she might already be Alexander's confidante.

Among the hunters in the Mercenary Guild, Jack dared not offend only two people: Rosie, who handled all online affairs, and Yvette Ivanova, the steward.

Jack understood men well enough.

As a peer, he knew a woman like Yvette could be dangerously alluring to any man.

Yvette, with elegant composure, acknowledged him and then entered the study, carrying a cup of coffee.

"Please take a break and have a drink, sir. Dinner will be ready soon," she said softly, setting the coffee in front of Alexander.

Only then did Alexander look up at her and say,

"You will chair this upcoming Mercenary Guild meeting."

Yvette's beautiful face lit up with surprise.

"Me, sir?"

Alexander nodded.

"From now on, you'll be the one handling Mercenary Guild matters on my behalf."

Yvette, who outwardly managed the Old Oak Cafe and served as his steward, was the ideal choice to represent him as the head of the Mercenary Guild.

Moreover, as the eldest daughter of a prominent financial family, Yvette had top-notch mental resilience and a commanding presence.

Jack and Rosie would hardly be suitable for this role.

Why did Alexander need a representative now?

The Mercenary Guild had finally stabilized, no longer needing him, the mastermind, to be involved in every minor affair.

Such non-critical matters could now be delegated.

This world was like a chessboard, and the Mercenary Guild was both Alexander's capital and his pawn.

In chess, the king and general are never truly the leaders; it's the player behind the board who holds control.

Yvette was a woman of ambition.

She naturally sought Alexander's favor.

Wasn't her unwavering loyalty and devotion to Alexander for her own ambitions?

And everything was moving exactly in the direction she wanted.

If she could, she intended to use the guild's power to resurrect her bankrupt family and free her brother, who was serving a life sentence.

With graceful reverence, Yvette bowed.

"Yes!"

From Alexander's angle, he could see the alluring curve of her neckline.

He averted his gaze, opened a drawer, and took out a demon fruit, handing it to Yvette.

"As a reward."

Yvette's combat ability had long needed improvement.

Though she had never participated in battles and seemed more like a vase, she was still his steward.

Without sufficient strength, how could she lead the soul-hunting operatives?

Now, as his spokesperson, she couldn't be vulnerable.

The demon fruit he gave her was only C-rank, but there's no such thing as the weakest fruit, only the weakest user.

The potential of a demon fruit far surpassed typical abilities in this world.

Consider characters like Doflamingo and Luffy from One Piece—their abilities weren't inherently the strongest.

Yet they knew how to fully harness the power of their fruits.

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