Not everyone finds you as a beloved ruler, John.

*B-Beep* *B-Beep* *B-Beep*

A slender hand reached out to grab the phone by her bed.

The woman sits up, rubbing her eyes awake as she sees three text notifications. All from a number that she was familiar with.

With a frown, she opened her messaging app to read her latest texts.

KR: Alice, wake up.

KR: This is urgent.

KR: We got serious bad news.

“What the hell?” She murmured, before typing back.

AB: I’m up. What’s wrong?

KR: Lord John still lives.

The girl’s eyes widen in shock.

AB: that’s impossible, I checked the body myself! He was all mangled and broken! There was a glass shard stuck to his brain!

AB: Theres no possible way someone could survive that!

KR: yeah, well, we should’ve cut his head off for good measure, because he’s already back to full health apparently.

AB: you’re kidding

KR: I’m not. Sending you photos from our agent on scene.

A new text notification popped up, showcasing a gallery of pictures of Lord John being guided on an armored vehicle moments after a nurse put blindfolds on him.

AB: this is crazy. How the hell did he survive?

KR: No idea. Bastard must have clinged on to life long enough for his surgeons to fully operate on him. We should have been more thorough.

AB: okay, so what’s the plan now? We have a backup plan for this, right?

KR: we have no idea. That was our only opportunity to get him alone and take him out by surprise. Most likely, your cover has been compromised. He’ll be sending investigators to look into you now and probably double his security.

A frustrated click of her tongue, and she was already texting her reply.

AB: you’re telling me all that time I spent trying to get chummy with his trophy wife is all a waste now?

KR: Better safe than sorry. Cut all contact and move away to a different location. I’m sure we’ll get another chance, soon. This isn’t over yet.

AB: What even was the point of staging an accident? We should have just shot him dead right then and there.

KR: You already know why. You really want to risk all out war with a bunch of zealots with modified super bodies, ready to slaughter to avenge their lord and savior?

The girl threw her phone at the wall, demolishing it to pieces as she gave a frustrated scream.

Covering her head, she almost gave in to tears. All of her efforts, all those months of planning and set up. Just to be **** to start over again.

She wanted to lash out so badly, curse obscenities, cause destruction, hurt herself in the process.

But she calmed down, doing her best to breathe in and out.

“I can’t let him get to me. I won’t let him get to me. This isn’t over yet.” She told herself.

Like a breeze, she was already out of her bed.

She listed off all the things she had to do in her head; burn the phone, clean the bed, change her clothes, wipe away any evidence that she was even here.

She wasn’t a professional by any means. Still, she tried her best, and her best was all they got.

Making sure there was no trace of her left behind, she covered her face with a scarf and left the scene.

This isn’t a loss, just a setback. Lord John will fall soon, and his artificial utopia with him.

There was no doubt in her mind.