All Chapters of Revenge of the Sultry Goddess: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“At last, Gregory,” Gustav opened the conversation as he held a glass of champagne in his raised hand. “You’ll only need a little more move to get rid of Kevin from Autoekomsten. Why don’t we celebrate this success.”‌“Ah, you’re so right, Gustav,” chortled Gregory as he cheered with the gray-haired man. After taking a sip of the champagne, he carried on by saying, “At first I didn't think that teaming up with my nephew's rival company could become the biggest weapon to overthrow his position in that company. This is for you too, Gustav. I owe you a lot.”‌“It’s not a big deal,” said Gustav as a smug smile was stretched on his pompous face. “You never told me before the reason why you wanted to bring Kevin down.”‌Gregory paused a moment, then said, “It’s kind of a long story, and this involves Johan, Kevin’s late father, and my brother.”‌Without being asked, Gregory disclosed everything, “After his death, I read the will he w

Gustav could only stare intently at the yellow taxi that was now speeding away from where he stood. It was useless even though he ran after the four-wheeled vehicle Vanya was riding on. While catching his breath, the gray-haired man thought of another plan to catch the woman who had presumptuously eavesdropped on his secret conversation with Gregory.‌"Verdammt!" cursed Gustav while clenching his fists. He felt furious because the snake woman could escape so easily while carrying a very, very dangerous message if it reached the ears of her nemesis, Kevin. The man reached into his pocket and put a cigarette to his lips. He then struck his lighter and sucked in the opium deeply, trying to calm his frantic mind.‌Not far from where he stood, Gregory had just left the restaurant building after paying the bill for both of them. Plans to have lunch and negotiate about the continuation of their collusion at Autoekomsten were disrupted by the presence of someone who was not invited. Upon se

Niels wandered like a ghost through the dim-lit streets, his steps carrying him through the heart of the town's restlessness. The night was an unpredictable mistress, not yet whispering for him to retreat. With aimless determination, he found himself in the park, its shadows alive with people as forgotten as the stars in the city sky.‌He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, the sound lost in the murmur of the street. "One day, Niels, you'll have a VIP spot right here, eh?" he mumbled, his words a half-hearted jest.‌But the night has ears, and it seems the universe has a way of having the last laugh. A voice, worn and weathered by life's trials, floated back to him from the darkness. "Careful what you wish for, lad."‌Niels turned to see a figure, cloaked in tattered layers, rising from the shadows like a spirit conjured by his words. It was as if the very air held an electric charge, sparking with a challenge.‌The homeless man stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with an edge tha

With a scoff, Niels shook his head, his face a mask of defiance. "Kidnapping? Seriously, mate? You've got to be out of your mind if you think I'm getting involved in that mess."‌Gustav's lips curled into a sly smile, undeterred by Niels' rejection. He leaned in slightly, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and cunning. "Ah, but my dear Niels, let's not be too hasty in dismissing the idea. After all, the world runs on incentives, doesn't it?"‌Niels' eyebrows shot up, his interest piqued despite his skepticism. "And what incentive are you proposing?"‌Gustav's gaze held his, unyielding and calculating. "A sum that could change your life forever. Enough money to wipe away all those debts that seem to be trailing you like a persistent shadow."‌Niels' lips twitched, a flicker of contemplation crossing his features. His mind raced through the labyrinth of his financial woes, the mounting debts that seemed to squeeze the life out of him.‌"Imagine, my friend," Gustav continued,

With the allure of exploration, she veered towards the concealed pathways, her curiosity fueled by the thrill of discovery. Her steps echoed the purpose of an adventurer unearthing secrets within the familiar terrain.‌"Vanya, taking a detour?" an ex-colleague raised an eyebrow. “We know you no longer work here, but at the very least you can’t forget the way to your own office, can you?”‌"A detour with a twist. Seeking both signal and serendipity," she teased, her words a dance of sophistication and intrigue. “Oh, and don’t worry, I’m not going to my office. I’m heading somewhere else.”‌In the grand theater of office dynamics, the guards unwittingly played their roles. Vanya's trajectory through the space seemed unrestricted, a pawn moving with strategic precision amidst the larger game.‌"Good day, ma'am," a guard nodded as she passed.‌"Ah, the dance of unseen intentions," she whispered with a smile, her voice a melodious note concealing her burgeoning plan.‌In the duet of