Chapter 4 Rony

"What I promised you, I have done. I hope you will keep your word as well." Cersei's voice was as warm as spring, in stark contrast to her cold, icy gaze.

"Have I ever broken a promise to you?" The man smiled gently, exuding grace.

His eyes were filled with extreme affection, looking at the girl in front of him as if she were a treasure.

Cersei looked at the man she had loved for ten years, feeling a deep sadness and heartache that no one could understand.

He would never know what she had to sacrifice to obtain these documents.

And she had no intention of telling him.

It was all over.

"Goodbye!"

Suddenly, four men in black surrounded Cersei.

Cersei narrowed her eyes, "What is the meaning of this?"

"Once I confirm that the USB is authentic, you can leave." The man still maintained his gentle demeanor, like a true gentleman.

Cersei suddenly became furious, swiftly striking one of the men in black, pulling him down by the shoulder. The remaining three rushed forward.

She swept her leg across, her fingers unlocking a move as she flipped to the ground, delivering a flying kick that took out the remaining three.

The last one tried to draw his gun, but Cersei quickly disarmed him.

The gun was loaded, and she pointed it at his head.

The entire process took less than a minute, and she had dealt with everyone.

Swift, imposing.

Like a battle goddess emerging from the flames.

Cersei pointed the pistol at the handsome man, coldly saying, "From childhood until now, only you have lied to me; I have never lied to you."

The man frowned as Cersei tossed the gun aside and turned to leave.

"Cersei!" The man called her name. Cersei stopped but didn't turn around.

Her long black coat fluttered lightly in the morning breeze, solitary and cold.

"Cersei, do you really want to go? I love you, I will always love you. Can you stay with me?" The man's voice was sincere and filled with deep affection.

Cersei slightly tilted her head, her lips curling into a cold smile.

"Your love isn't worth a dime."

"But you love me." The man said confidently.

Cersei slowly replied, "In the past, I was too young, and I loved you only because you were the only one I knew."

With that, she walked away with ease.

Louis woke up, and it was already past seven in the morning.

Instinctively, he reached out to embrace the softness from last night, but there was nothing-just empty space.

Louis suddenly snapped awake, realizing that Cersei was gone, long gone.

If it weren't for the disheveled bed and the traces of blood on the sheets proving she had been there last night, he would have thought it had all been a dream.

A piece of paper on the bedside table caught his eye. Louis picked it up, reading the small handwriting.

"I am heaven."

"You will soon pay a heavy price for this."

Louis scoffed at Cersei's audacity, but then his phone rang. He answered quickly, hearing the voice of his assistant, full of worry and frustration. Louis's expression grew darker by the second.

Confidential company information had been leaked, and the company could face ruin within moments.

He listened while hastily getting dressed, rushing to the office. That evening, Louis received another phone call, learning that four factories in the Middle East owned by White Fur Pack had been destroyed overnight, divided by the White Wolf werewolf forces. White Fur Pack in the Middle East was nearly obliterated...

"What did you say?" Louis's face changed drastically in an instant.

White Fur Pack was the underground organization behind the William International Group, dominating top-tier resources in the underworld, a longstanding organization in the criminal world, and it had been destroyed in a single night?

How could that be?

Suddenly, he remembered the words Cersei had left behind.

"I am heaven, you will soon pay a heavy price for this!"

Cersei, who are you really?

No matter who you are, I will find you, no matter where you hide, and I will kill you.

I want you dead with no place to be buried!

At White Fur Pack International Airport.

Cersei sat in the first-class lounge, waiting to board the plane, casually picking up today's newspaper.

One was a military newspaper, the other an economic one.

The military newspaper reported that the entire Middle East was engulfed in conflict, with the largest underworld force, White Fur Pack, disintegrating, and major powers rising, with battles intensifying everywhere.

White Fur Pack had suffered heavy casualties.

New powers were emerging.

The financial newspaper stated that William International Group was facing a financial crisis, with stocks dropping to their lowest levels.

Many factories had to close.

William International Group was on the brink of bankruptcy.

The top executives at William International were being reshuffled, and Louis was about to lose his business rights.

Just then, the airport announcement echoed, "Flight MU587 to Blood Moon Pack will depart in 5 minutes. Passengers, please proceed to the gate for boarding..."

A flight attendant approached Cersei, gently asking, "Miss Cersei, your luggage has been arranged; you may board the plane now."

Cersei closed the newspaper, "Thank you."

As the plane took off, looking at the deep blue sky, Cersei felt a pang of sorrow.

Goodbye, my love.

Goodbye, my homeland.

Goodbye, my past.

Louis, you will never know who I am, and I hope you won't hate me.

Eight years later.

At White Fur Pack Airport, people were coming and going.

Inside the airport, a figure from Blood Moon Pack stood out, exuding pure beauty. She wore a simple white shirt, bright yellow trousers, and a pair of high heels. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, both innocent and incredibly alluring.

She appeared more mature, composed, and calm.

"Mom, we can go now." At that moment, a young voice spoke beside her.

It was a child, about seven or eight years old, wearing a purple-striped shirt, jeans, and a yellow jacket, looking quite stylish.

His small face, with fair skin and delicate features, was angelic in appearance.

The child had impeccable manners, every movement exuding the elegance of a young gentleman, showing signs of excellent upbringing.

He was as cute as a little crystal bun.

Simply adorable.

Even more beautiful than the child stars in baby formula commercials on TV.

"Rony, you're such a good boy," Cersei Martell said as she planted a kiss on his cheek.

Rony smiled and kissed Cersei back. In this world, he loved his mother the most, so he would do anything to make her happy.

The mother and son duo stood out in the airport, drawing all eyes to them.

Cersei, dressed in fashionable clothes, wore sunglasses and carried a Chanel handbag.

Her style was on par with a movie star.

Rony carried a large backpack, his left hand pulling a huge suitcase, while his right hand held a woman's purse.

The suitcase was taller than him.

Not a single hand was free.

He truly was a good boy, helping his mother at such a young age.

Meanwhile, Cersei didn't carry anything.

As the mother and son exited the airport, talking and walking, Rony suddenly shouted.

At that moment, Cersei realized that everyone was looking at her with the same expression as if she were the wicked stepmother from *Snow White*.

"Rony, you've set me up. On our first day back in the country, you've made so many people focus on me that I'm having trouble adjusting."

The way they were looking at her was too fierce.

It was as if they wanted to take Rony and raise him themselves.

Rony widened his eyes in grievance, his soft voice saying, "Mom, why are you falsely accusing your precious baby?"

"My dear, you've been working so hard, like a little horse carrying everything, how could I be falsely accusing you?"