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Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 340
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Chapter 331 A glint of icy malice flashed in Mandy's eyes.

Without missing a beat, she spun on her heel and strode into the intecafé next to the bar.

Inside, the air was dim and heavy, with flickering computer screens casting ghostly light across the rows of battered desks. Mandy scanned the room quickly, picked an empty computer, and sat down. Her fingers flew over the keyboard in a blur, lines of code streaming across the screen like a river in flood. The cold blue glow sharpened her features, lending her an even more severe aura.

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Within minutes, she stopped typing. Across a radius of several city blocks, every surveillance camera went dark. Their signals scrambled, frozen on a single fr-titself seemed to stutter and hold its breath.

The code she'd just executed would erase itself in an hour. By then, the cameras would blink back to life as if nothing had happened. It was more than enough tfor what she needed to do next.

Rising smoothly from her seat, Mandy left the café behind.

Meanwhile, Jarrod and Karin had already piled into their car and, with a roar of the engine, vanished into the night.

Only one woman remained outside the bar, her face flushed with excitement and triumph.

Her laughter-wild and manic-split the silence of the night. "Hahaha!" Mandy narrowed her eyes, fixing the woman with a cold, appraising stare. The woman was practically giddy, drowning in the thrill of easy money.

"Who would've thought?" she crowed, gloating to herself. "All I had to do was rough up suseless woman in prison, and look at this payday. This is way faster than any legit job I've ever had. Back when I was trying to run a business, I couldn't even make ten grand a month. Now, with this hundred thousand, I'd have to scrimp and save for at least ten years to see that kind of cash. Five years in prison, and just like that, I get paid." A twisted grin spread across her face as she rambled on, "Shthat loser got out before me. Otherwise, I'd have found another excuse to get locked up, teach her a lesson or two, and probably score an even bigger payout. Still, a hundred grand is plenty. When I burn through it, I'll just go back and squeeze the Coles for more." "You seem awfully pleased with yourself," Mandy's voice cut through the night, low and unnervingly controlled. The woman's laughter died instantly. She whipped around, eyes wide and wary, staring Mandy down. "Jesus, you scared the hell out of me! Are you looking to get hurt?" Mandy stared back, unflinching, her gaze as cold and unmoved as if she were watching a clown's performance. The woman squirmed under Mandy's glare, her bravado faltering. She bristled, eyes blazing with anger. "What're you lookin' at, bitch? Keep staring and I'll gouge your eyes out!" Suddenly, Mandy smiled-a slow, chilling smile that caught the light in a way that made the woman shudder.

She'd never met anyone like Mandy. Before prison, she'd always been a troublemaker, and inside, she was notorious for her temper-she was used to people flinching when she raised her voice. But Mandy didn't so much as blink; no one had ever dared talk to her like this.

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"You must have a death wish," the woman spat, face contorted with rage. She raised her hand, ready to slap Mandy so hard it would leave a mark.

But Mandy didn't move. Her eyes held a hint of mockery.

Just as the woman's hand was about to land, Mandy whipped a knife from her pocket. The blade flashed, pressed hard against the woman's palm. There was a sickening sound as the knife drove clean through her hand.

Blood gushed instantly. The woman's scream tore through the night-raw, desperate, and utterly helpless.

Gone was her earlier swagger. Now she crumpled to her knees, trembling violently, her scream rising in pitch as Mandy twisted the butterfly knife, the blade slicing deeper into her flesh.

Mandy leaned down, her voice soft and dangerous, close enough for the m woman to feel her breath: "Hurts, n to feel h doesn't it? she murmured, a ghost of a smile on her lips. "Funny thing, getting hit. What do you think?"