Mr. Walter's Reborn Feisty Wife.

In the big castle, a recent voice resounded as Walter Sope waits for the iron door to open. The bodyguard is standing next with reverent gestures, the iron door opens up.

Walter Sope stared at the woman being bound in her hand and her foot with large iron chains. Her eyes were red and blazing, her lips were dry and tight as she wanted to say something. Walter Sope appeared cold and indifferent, he didn't want to care about this damn woman. In the past, this woman was the one who cheated his father out of three hundred billion dollars and fled with another man. At present, she is being punished for her foolish actions in the past. Walter Sope doesn't care whether she has repented, but he will certainly not let her live well.

Walter Sope advanced a few steps forward and ordered his bodyguards to step back. Walter Sope's tall figure covered the only oil lamp in the room. Holding the oil lamp, he walked towards the woman. The night from the oil lamp now illuminated the face of the woman. In front of Walter Sope at this moment, it wasn't his father's lover, but a younger girl. Her face, if observed carefully, wasn't the person he was looking for.

Walter Sope's face suddenly turned grim. He roughly grabbed the girl's chin with his hand, his eyes expressing anger and madness.

"Speak. Who are you?" Walter Sope growled.

The girl instinctively closed her eyes, flailing her arms and trying to break free from his demonic grip, but being weaker than him, she couldn't resist. She had been starved for the day, and her mind was not clear at the moment. She couldn't only use all her strength to push Walter Sope's hand away. Unfortunately, that wasn't possible!

"U...m...u...m."

Her tears flowed like a waterfall, a hot tear drop fell onto his hand, and Walter Sope's lowered his head to look at the beautiful teardrop, involuntarily revealing a demonic smile.

"Crying, huh?" Walter Sope laughed cruelly. "Ha ha ha. I really like seeing other people cry. Keep crying, you have to cry until I allow you to stop, or else I will tell those guards to gouge your eyes out. I want to see how much more you can cry."

"U...m...u...m."

"Do you wanna bite your tongue?" He asked coldly. "Do you wanna die that badly? What a pity! The more you wanna die, the more I want you to live. I wanna know who you really are, how you could resemble that damned promiscuous woman. Where is she? Speak up!"

"U...m....u."

Walter Sope immediately let go of his hand. The tears on the girl's face were drenched. She coughed a few times and stare fiercely at him.

"Hmph!" The girl used a contemptuous tone to amplify her hatred towards Walter Sope. "You tell me to speak? Hmph, why should I reveal it to you? Why should I let you know?"

Faced with her stubbornness, Walter Sope sneered and laughed coldly. Under his management, no one dared to defy him like this. After all, she was just a girl who looked very similar to that damned woman. He wouldn't hesitate to send her to meet her God if he had caught the wrong person.

Walter Sope waved his hand, and the man standing behind him immediately understood and stepped forward. Holding a silver gun in his hand, the man immediately fired. A cold sound echoed. The smell of blood flowed heavily on the floor, and her eyes widened. She looked at everything that was left before death approached.

***

"Emma? Emma?"

A gentle voice of a woman echoed. Emma suddenly woke up after a long nap. Sweat on her forehead dripped down her cheek, and back, and her T-shirt was also wet with her sweat. She looked around in panic, trying to find that familiar voice.

"Mom!"

When she saw her mother, Emma rushed over and hugged her, tears streaming down her face.

"Mom! Huhuhu! Mom! Where did you go?"

What the hell on going on with you? Are you still not awake?" Barbara snapped at her daughter, pushing her out of bed and pointing a finger at Emma's forehead. "Do you even know what time it is now? Sleeping too long makes your mind foggy, doesn't it? Hurry up, go wash your face and change your clothes! We need to go to an important place."

"Important place? Is it Mr. Botavo's house?" Emma asked as if confirming something.

Emma's father, Mr. Bostom, had died in an accident while on duty. Her mother, Barbara, was a beautiful, intelligent, and charming woman. Before marrying Mr. Bostom, many wealthy men had pursued her, but she only loved him and did not accept the affection of other men.

After Mr. Bostom passed away, Barbara became a single mother, and she made a lot of efforts to support their life. Many times, Emma saw her crying on cold nights. Perhaps, her mother never wanted her to see her vulnerable side. But the truth was, she had seen it all. She didn't want Barbara to know this, so she pretended as if she hadn't seen anything.

The two of them lived happily together as mother and daughter.

When Emma was seven years old, she was hit by a car and had to stay in the hospital for six months for treatment. During that time, Barbara had to work very hard to take care of her.

Because Emma couldn't keep up with the curriculum of her old school, Barbara helped her transfer to a new school in a small town in the state of California. Emma had to adapt to a new environment and make new friends. Everything was difficult for her, especially communicating with everyone.

At that time, because everyone thought she was a bad student with a strange personality, all her classmates in the school showed hatred towards her. They isolated and bullied her, even using violence to demonstrate the power of their wealthy families. Emma became depressed.

She even thought about ending her life. It was too miserable and terrible. Most importantly, she couldn't bear the disdainful looks, mockery, and ridicule from the rich kids in the school. They made her realize that school compared to hell is only scarier and not as fun as she had imagined.

Many times, she wanted to go back to her old school, but her mother told her:

"Emma, I have heard complaints from your teacher about your attitude towards learning at school. The teacher said that you always make your classmates tired. Emma, what have you done at school?"

Her mother never asked her what had happened. She only cared about the way others looked at her daughter.

She was her biological mother, why didn't she protect her?

Where was she when she needed her?

Just because of an unfounded complaint, she accused her own daughter and hurt her heart.

Her mother had changed!

She fell into an abyss of despair, loathing her reality and contemplating suicide.

But she failed.

She was hospitalized again, and the feeling was comforting. Compared to the first time she was hospitalized due to the accident, this time seemed better.

After being discharged, she never went back to school.

Every day, she stayed at home and did nothing.

Life was boring and purposeless. It continued like that until one day her mother told her that she had met a man and loved him very much. She wanted to marry him and hoped for Emma's blessing. Emma agreed, thinking it was simple: her mother had suffered a lot and was lonely. She should accept the man for her mother's sake.

That's why her mother and the man ran away together afterward!!!

If the two of them ran away together, she wouldn't care too much. But they dared to cheat Mr. Botavo out of his money and run away.

Mr. Botavo was so shocked that he had a stroke and had to be hospitalized, his health was very poor. His son, Sope, ordered his bodyguard Jepot to bring fifty tall men with them to surround her house. They all held guns and had fierce faces. On the right hand of each of them was a black dragon tattoo.

As soon as Jepot saw her, he grabbed her and locked her up in an abandoned castle. It seemed like a secret base of theirs. They didn't give her any food, beat and tortured her, making her live in hell. And they ended her life with a silver bullet.

***

"Who's Mr. Botavo?" Her mother frowned at her, looking very displeased. "Today, I will take you to a new school!"

"A new school?" Emma jumped as if waking up from a dream.

Ah, so she had been given a second chance and had been revived at the age of seventeen.

If given another chance to live, she would make sure they all lived worse than death!

Just wait and see!

Barbara brought Emma to a new school, which was where she had suffered a lot in her past life. Here, no one wanted to protect her or stand up for her.

Luckily, Emma was no longer a 17-year-old girl. She was now a 20-year-old woman living in the body of a 17-year-old.

This was a good thing.

She was determined to make those cruel former friends pay for their actions!

"Hello, sir. This is Emma, my daughter," Mrs. Barara introduced her daughter to the principal.

The principal, a big and round man, kept his blue eyes constantly shifting towards Emma. "She doesn't seem to be doing well. Oh, I'm sorry..." Principal Vecto looked at Emma and spoke. "I meant in terms of her mental state..."

Silence fell as Mrs. Barara's eyes turned red. Her fingers tightened on the hem of her skirt and her breaths became heavy in the dense atmosphere of the room. It seemed that Mrs. Barara was highly emotional when the principal brought up her daughter's mental health.

"Please, sir, don't say that," Mrs. Barara's voice suddenly became icy and sharp.

Emma stood quietly beside her, showing no signs of any particular attitude.

Because she knew what her mother, Mrs. Barara, was going to do.

Sure enough, just like in her previous life, Mrs. Barara didn't say another word and instead threw a cup full of water in the principal's face.

"You have no right to insult my daughter!" Mrs. Barara shouted, her hand still pointed straight at the principal's face. "If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, I will hire a lawyer to sue you! Then, I will hire famous journalists from New York to write about your ethics and behavior. By then, no one will want their children to study at such a terrible school!"

"Please calm down, Mrs. Barara!" The principal tried to control his anger and put on a professional smile. He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the water off his face. His voice remained steady as he spoke. "Madam, perhaps you have misunderstood my intention." The principal observed Mrs. Barara's face carefully, and seeing her calm down, he poured her a new glass of water. "I have never intended to offend your daughter. As an educator with many years of experience, I want to speak honestly with you. I hope you can understand and forgive me."

"..."

"I have never intended or had any negative thoughts about the mental health of your daughter. I just want to understand Emma - your daughter, and we always strive to create the best educational environment for our students to learn comfortably," the principal explained calmly.

"Hmph!" Mrs. Barara was furious and turned her face away, not wanting to see the principal's face.

At this moment, Emma, after hearing the principal's words, did not feel moved. On the contrary, in her past life, it was these words from the principal that made her heart tremble, as she felt his enthusiasm and dedication. That is why she accepted to study at this school.

However, what is the truth?

In her past life, he even sided with the rich students who bullied Emma. When she had to be hospitalized and take a break from school, he never cared. Reputation, status, money, power, those were what he expected.

Of course, someone like Emma, even her mother, Mrs. Barara, or her deceased father, none of them had these things. In her past life, when Emma was bullied by those bad friends, the principal knew everything. He did not protect her, what he protected were the children of the rich – the ones who directly bullied her, causing her spirit to fall into a serious crisis.

Morality and love for the profession?

It's ironic! Moreover, in their previous life, no one could give him these things.

Now, as she is reborn, the first thing she should do is expose the fake face of this principle.

However, she doesn't have any evidence to accuse him, so she decides to study here.

"Mom, I want to study at this school," Emma said to her mother.

Even if she has to face terrible things in the future, she will not back down.

Those miserable people need a good lesson.

Since then, Emma began a new life.

She no longer had to live in isolation or bow down to any force.

"Hello everyone, I'm White Emma. I hope you can help me more in the future."

Emma walked into the classroom and nodded hello to everyone. She wrote her name on the board and briefly introduced herself.

There were a few small whispers at the back of the class.

"That girl looks so ugly and stupid."

"Oh, look at her face. Oh my god, she's the new student in our class! She's already acting arrogant and rebellious before even starting school. Does she think this school is her home?"

"What a weirdo!"

"She's a bitch! Who does she think she is, trying to look pretty to seduce someone?"

..."

Crash!

The sound of shattered glass quickly silenced the noise. Everyone turned their gaze to Emma - the culprit who caused the loud noise.

Emma smirked confidently, as if holding a fish tank to school and accidentally dropping it on the ground - the person who dropped it wasn't her, and it had nothing to do with her.

"Emma?" Ms. Liar was startled by her action. "Why did you bring a fish tank to school?"

"..."

Everyone in the class seemed to be waiting for Emma's lazy response. No one dared to speak up, and when they did, the sound of their voices would drown out Emma's.

Emma spoke very softly, making everyone pay attention to her.

"I don't have any friends. So, I brought the fish tank to school so they can learn with me."

Emma's answer made the whole class burst into laughter. Some even laughed and slammed the table at the same time.

"What a stupid girl!"

"Oh my god, bringing a fish tank to school? This is high school, not kindergarten!"

"What a lunatic!"

"..."

Emma continued to speak, but this time her voice was louder:

"What a shame! The fish tank broke! The fish are all dead! All of my friends are gone. Should I continue studying here?"

Ms. Liar was stunned by Emma's question and thought she didn't hear it clearly.

"Emma, what did you say?"

A red-haired male student immediately helped answer for Emma:

"She said the fish tank broke, the fish are dead, and all of her friends...Oh, fuck! What the hell did you just say?" The male student suddenly got angry and was about to charge Emma but was stopped by a female student. It was Jessica, the one who had made her life a living hell in a past life.

Jessica said to William, the red-haired boy, "Calm down, don't get emotional. She only talked about the fish, not us."

Jessica looked at Emma and smirked: "How pitiful! You don't have any friends and have to make friends with stupid fish. Your name is Emma, right?"

"Yes," Emma replied calmly.

Jessica sneered, "Oh, how pathetic. Your so-called friends have all died. Didn't you say you were their friend? If you were really their friend, why would you want to watch them die alone? Are you really a good friend to them?"

"What do you mean?" Emma furrowed her brow and asked.

"Don't you understand? Or are you pretending not to understand?"

Emma let out an "oh" before bending down to pick up the dead fish on the ground, a devilish smile on her face. "You died so tragically! But don't worry, I'll organize a funeral for you."

"Ha ha ha."

"Ha ha ha, so stupid!"

Emma didn't pay attention to the students who were mocking her. She turned around, carrying the dead fish with her, and walked towards the door. Before leaving, she said to Ms. Liar, "Here is Tiryagyoni-gati, I am human, I am not of the same species as you. Goodbye."

Everyone, including Ms. Liar, was silent: "..."

They couldn't say anything at this point.

Emma had already run away!!!

All they could do was sit there, seething with anger and cursing.

***

"Emma?"

Upon returning home, she disposed of the dead fish and went straight to the kitchen to find something to eat. Seeing her at home at this hour surprised Bà Barara. Emma should be at school and studying, not sitting in the kitchen eating a jam and strawberry sandwich.

"Emma? Why are you in the kitchen?"

Emma took a few more bites, then swallowed. "Yes. After I finish eating, I'll go back to my room."

"That's not what I meant!" Bà Barara sighed and slammed her hand on the table. "What I meant is why are you at home at this hour? Why aren't you at school?"

"Why?" Emma lowered her head and continued to nibble on her sandwich. "Mom, why?"

"I'm asking you!!!"

"I'm answering, though? Why? Why am I in the kitchen?" Emma asked herself and lazily answered, "Oh, maybe because I'm too tired, I can't distinguish between the kitchen and school. I remember I was sitting in class, why am I in the kitchen eating a sandwich?"

"..."

"Mom, I think my brain is broken and it needs maintenance and good rest. I won't bother you anymore, I'm going to bed. Good night, Mom."

"..."

Emma quickly gave her mother a kiss on the cheek and ran straight to her room, locking the door tightly behind her.

She really thinks I'm going to that damn school to study, huh?

They are so naive~

Emma slept deeply. It was the same dream as before, but this time there was a big change. She saw herself lying on the cold ground. Two big men were dragging her towards a freezing warehouse. Walter Sope, the man who carried the breath of winter, sat on a long chair. He looked towards the warehouse, his left leg crossed and a cigarette in his mouth. Emma's spirit stood next to Walter Sope, but he was unaware of her presence. He continued to smoke his cigarette, his eyes fixed on the warehouse. "Boss, we've placed a bomb in this freezer warehouse. It will explode in an hour."

"Good." Walter Sope chuckled coldly. "If her mother doesn't show up, we'll let her explode with this freezer warehouse. Then, we'll turn her ashes into the same urn as my father's."

"..."

"Her mother owes my father, she has to pay the debt through her daughter."

"..."

Emma flinched and backed away involuntarily. She covered her mouth with her hand as tears streamed down her face.

Is Walter Sope a demon?

How could he do such crazy and wicked things?

The sound of the warehouse door locking echoed in response to Emma's thoughts.

The door of the freezer warehouse was closed.

Walter Sope left.

"She's just like her foolish and wicked mother. A promiscuous and despicable woman, they shouldn't be allowed to exist in this world." Walter Sope said.

"..."

Later, the cold storage warehouse exploded. However, the two fat men did not find the remains of the woman, they only found pieces of the fabric from the dress she had worn before she died.

The two fat men didn't think much, immediately scooping up some of the debris and putting it into a jar.

"Tudor, is this okay?"

"It's fine, don't worry." The fat man reassured his colleague. "The boss won't have much free time to deal with such foolish matters. He has many important things to take care of."

"But...this is the remains of a woman that will be spread on the grave of the boss's father. If the boss finds out he was deceived by us, he'll kill us!"

"Don't talk nonsense! In three days, we have to go to the Sanpo port to work. We don't know if we'll survive and come back. Why worry about trivial matters like this jar of debris?"

"Yes, I understand."

"..."

Emma did not follow the two fat men, she just stopped and looked at the rubble in front of her.

A moment later, two people ran to the scene.

One man wore a black mask and black clothes. He held a Beretta 92FS and an ORSIS T-500 sniper rifle behind his back.

Behind him was a woman with purple curly hair, wearing a bulletproof vest.

"Snupi, are you sure the intelligence we received is accurate? Besides this pile of rubble, I haven't found any trace of the mafia boss." The woman said.

The man observed everything around him, confirmed that there was no danger, and put his gun in his breast pocket.

He said to the woman:

"Not all intelligence is 100% accurate. The mafia boss may have already left with his men."

"Let's go back and report to the boss."

"Ok."

"In this northern land, a young man can climb to a high position and become the king of the northern mafia. This is an unbelievable story. He is definitely a formidable and dangerous man."

"Last time, I received information from Boss Bell about a corrupt politician. I heard that he is also in the same group as the northern mafia king. The power of the northern mafia king is too great. The two of us are too weak, and I feel that Boss Bell underestimated the northern mafia king, so she assigned this task to us."

"But I think that our Boss Bell is too indifferent to this case. She is too careless and casually assigned the task. The two of us? Going to catch the northern mafia king? What kind of devilish joke is this? Does she want us to die?"

"..."

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

The man turned around, feeling a sudden cold air behind his neck. It swept across his neck, "Click," the bullet was ready.

"Two stupid mice, hello!" The big man held a jar of ashes, with his other hand pointing a gun at the back of the man's head. "Are you curious about the whereabouts of our boss? If you want to know so badly, I'll tell you!"

Bang!

Bang!

The bullet went through the man's throat. He died with his eyes wide open. The woman suffered the same fate. She was killed by a bullet that went through her brain.

At this moment, the big man laughed:

"You stupid bugs! Ha ha ha!"

After disposing of the two bodies, it was discovered that they were FBI agents. It's unclear where they received the information, and they didn't fully understand the situation of their target before coming to catch them.

"Bro, we've taken care of these two corpses. Should we inform the boss?"

"No need."

"Why not?"

"Because there's no point in informing him now. The boss is already on his way to Vintuazi Island!"

"Vintuazi Island? Isn't that a military base of the Z army? Why would the boss want to go to their military base?"

"I don't know."

"..."

Emma felt that Walter Sope was very dangerous. His business and diplomatic relationships were too extensive, beyond her imagination.

Vintuazi Island is an island located in the northeast, which is the military base of the Z country. This is considered a 'restricted area' on the North Sea, and no one is allowed to go there.

For Emma, this name is too unfamiliar. She doesn't know about this island, nor does she know the reason why Walter Sope wants to go there. However, all of this doesn't reveal anything.

With Walter Sope's current identity, the mafia king of the North, he certainly has a commercial purpose when coming to this island.

She didn't know why she was floating in mid-air, and a strong gust of wind blew by, carrying her fragile soul to a completely unfamiliar place. Here, there were strange plants and hundreds of warships waiting at the port. The iron boxes are painted red with the Z mark. They must be the military weapons of the Z country.

Emma's soul drifted towards a Gothic-style building, situated amidst a forest of strange trees. She looked around curiously, then her feet touched the ground. She followed an outdoor staircase that led her to a weapons depot.

The sight of these weapons frightened Emma. The depot contained smoke grenades, handguns, sniper rifles, AK rifles, bulletproof vests, and even some peculiar-looking weapons.

As Emma walked further into the weapons depot, she heard the familiar voice of Walter Sope. He was speaking with a woman, perhaps a young woman, as her voice was quite high-pitched.

Emma couldn't resist her curiosity and walked straight into the room to find Walter Sope and the woman. The woman had curly black hair and dark skin. She spoke to Walter Sope, "General X. Lin's shipment has been delivered to the military base, but the quality is inferior to the previous shipment."

"Aida." Walter Sope tapped his finger on a wooden crate, his voice lowered. "Didn't Count Nyan teach you how to communicate properly?"

"What?" The woman named Aaida was taken aback and asked again. "What did you just say? Repeat it once more?"

Walter Sope looked at Aaida with a cold gaze, sneering:

"You should remember that where you are standing is the military base of Z country. You have no decision-making power. Here, at this moment, I am the one who has the power to decide everything."

As soon as Walter Sope finished speaking, more than twenty soldiers aimed their guns at Aida.

"Okay!" Aaida raised her hands in surrender, but the soldiers she brought with her immediately pointed their guns back at Walter Sope. "Mr. Walter, if I die here today, you can also be my friend and go to meet God with me!"

"Ha ha ha." Walter Sope laughed sarcastically. "You are very interesting!"

The soldiers under Aida's command immediately turned their guns toward her.

"You are traitors!" Aida shouted, pointing at the faces of the soldiers and cursing. "If you kill me, how will you explain this to Nyan?"

"Don't worry." Walter Sope took out a white handkerchief, wrapped it around the grip of his handgun, and then pointed the gun at Aida. "They will help you explain this issue. Now, it's time for you to meet God!"

Boom!

Emma jolted and fell to the ground. She looked around frantically, seeing the woman's blood spilling out onto the ground. She was so scared that her face turned pale and tears streamed down her face.

So Walter Sope was the ruthless killer who wasn't afraid of blood and violence?

How could she possibly seek revenge against such a dangerous man?

"How should we explain this to Count Nyan?" Walter Sope asked Sipnap, the man leading the group of soldiers following Aida.

Sipnap nodded. "A traitor who decided the price of weapons embezzled 300 billion dollars, and then complained about the quality of Z's weapons."

"Very good." Walter Sope wiped his hands and threw a white cloth over Aaida's face. "There are some jobs that are not suitable for women. I hate disobedient women the most. Aaida, go to hell and be with your God!"

"Ha ha ha."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Ha ha ha."