The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

Chapter 36

Four years later. Things have changed in ways never could have imagined.

I wasn’t even Laura anymore, at least not the Laura I used to be. I had lost weight, and my demeanor had changed so much that I almost didn’t recognize myself in the mirror.

But I was happy with who I had become. I had an enviable career and a stunning image–what else could I possibly be dissatisfied with? Oh, by the way, the only thing I wasn’t satisfied with was Leo… and Melody.

I heard that Leo resumed his career as an ice hockey player last year, and his company was also expanding into sports, gaining strong momentum. But I knew just how many loopholes were hidden behind his company. That was exactly what I wanted. Leo, just wait for me to bring you down.

Returning to Lakon city after four years felt like a dream. As soon as I walked out of the airport, several mics were shoved in my face.

The familiar flashes of camera, security protocol, and a sea of journalists, the scene of my return was everything I expected in this familiar city.

I have worked my ass off to build an Ice Hockey talent agency, taking it to the new heights of success. My goal was to be powerful to punish my tormentor, and thankfully, I had achieved the first half in this period..

With unrivaled power and control in my hand, nothing could stop me from tasting the sweet fruit of vengeance now.

Well, it is payback time, Leo Reed!

“As the CEO of the biggest hockey talent agency, are you planning to sign any of the latest rising stars, like Leo?”

Hearing his name again welled up sickening wave of acid from my belly, making me

nauseous.

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as I imagined

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professionally

he doesn’t meet our standards.”

in response was just glimpse

star of ice hockey, having great influence

were truly mistaken!

the night when he abandoned her for his lover. The betrayal from the two most important people in

crushed her soul.

Lakon city was Laura Becker, a mourning mother, whose dead heart was beating due to only one emotion: Fire

for more details about Leo, my firm tone put an end to the question answer session. My security staff made way for me, and I was smoothly escorted to the black Cadillac sent by my

a guard, concluding my first plan victoriously.

voice of my Vice President, Echo, slithered into my ears. She

nty God! Look at you, Laura! You are

from emotional trauma wasn’t an easy task for me. It was a bitter reality that Leo didn’t try

I had adjusted to the world of slim–fit bodies with the weight of ninety–nine pounds. This beauty was going to be my weapon against the

worrying Echo. So, I changed the topic with a