Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

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 internet café 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.

Within minutes, she stopped typing. Across a radius of several city blocks, every surveillance camera went dark. Their signals scrambled, frozen on a single frame -time itself 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 time for 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.

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

the silence of

woman with a cold, appraising stare.

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.

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

pleased with yourself," Mandy's voice cut through the night, low and unnervingly

died instantly. She whipped around, eyes wide and wary, staring Mandy

you scared the hell out of

gaze as cold and unmoved as if she

bravado faltering. She bristled, eyes blazing with anger. "What're you lookin' at, bitch? Keep staring and

that caught the light in

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

wish," the woman spat, face contorted with rage. She raised her hand, ready