Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Originally, these girls were just Wraiths. But ever since they evolved into Phantoms, I could no longer overpower them. I wasn't even sure if I could run from Robyn or Jas. If you include Bella and Jo, then the possibility becomes zero.

Liv on the other hand was like a wall you couldn't get past. If she blocked my way, I wouldn't be able to leave. Her only weakness was that she was unlearned and had no common sense. But together, the five of them could even kill me.

'I guess it was inevitable. Even if I didn't move, Bella would never miss such a chance. If I am not careful, I might get ostracized instead.'

Lilly Browning was someone who naturally ruled over others. That was my nature. This group however couldn't care less. The only thing they understood was force.

After exhaling in defeat, I could only acquiesce.

"Fine. But no one outside of the Sirens will know, understood?"

***

I drove the Sirens to one of the corporate buildings owned by my late stepmother.

While cyberstalking Caroline last night, I noticed that she had applied for a job at one of our subsidiaries. I immediately contacted that office and asked to be the one to interview her.

When we arrived, the employees all bowed and greeted me. The Sirens, while surprised, followed me silently like a bodyguard unit.

"Miss Browning, the candidate is already inside."

"Okay, please turn off all audio and video from the interview room," I ordered.

"I beg your pardon? But that is against company policy!"

The nerve of this peasant, I took a step in her direction and spoke condescendingly as I towered over her.

"Do you not know who I am? If you want to continue working in this country, do as I say."

Probably understanding how serious I was, the woman swallowed nervously and nodded. After she left, the Sirens finally began to speak.

"Ah, the power of the 1%, how envious," the Brazilian cop commented derisively.

"Lilly, I want to sit in on the interview, get me a suit," Jasmine requested.

"I was told the Southerners' methods of cleaning bodies were good."

"Lilly, where do we dump the slaggers's corpse?"

"Haha, you guys, we can't kill her, at least not yet."

Liv, Robyn and Jo seemed determined to bury her in this place. I ignored them and grabbed some accessories and Caroline's resume from the nearby table before answering.

"I don't care what you all do, you may only participate if none of you interrupt me. Understood?"

After I saw that everyone agreed to my terms, we all walked in.

I took a middle seat at the table while Jas and Bella sat at my sides. Robyn, Liv and Jo stood awkwardly behind us like bodyguards.

Finally face to face with the woman who had betrayed my Kindred, I watched her like a hawk.

She was pretty, I suppose. Caroline had a slim build, purple eyes and a heart-shaped face. She had long wavy hair, which seemed to be her standard hairstyle since college. Her breasts were small, but she also had a slim waist.

This woman may have been trying to hide it, but I could see the greed in her eyes when she saw the purse I was carrying. I entered the room carrying a Blue Crocodile Hermes Birkin Handbag which had a price tag of $150,000.

'This woman is nothing more than a gold digger,' I thought to myself.

It seemed that Caroline noticed the hostile looks we were giving her. She squirmed in her seat as she waited for one of us to speak.

"Good morning, Ms. Fisher. I will be your interviewer today, I am sure you already know who I am," I began to explain.

"Yes! I'm a huge fan Miss Lilly! Please call me Caroline! Your outfits at the Met Gala and the Cannes Film Festival were divine! You are the one I look up to for fashion tips and social etiquette," the gold digger chirped.

"Oh? I am flattered. I have just been blessed a little more than most," I replied with a smile.

"A little bit? You're a fucking heiress with a net worth of $15 billion!"

"Be quiet Bella, get out if you can't keep your mouth shut."

Those at my side began to argue in hushed voices. While the three standing behind all started giggling at the stupidity of their antics.

"Let's start your interview, Caroline. I see you are applying for a managerial position? Yet your resume states that you have been a secretary at Evans Group Inc. since graduation?"

"Ah yes, I felt I needed a change. My old boss didn't think I could do any better. He's kind of overprotective," Caroline replied sheepishly.

"Oh, so you have a relationship with your boss? How curious."

When she volunteered the topic I was dying to discuss, I came for blood.

"Miss Caroline, Isabella here is the head of my cyber investigation division. Whenever we get an applicant, we naturally investigate every part of their life. We will clear up anything we find suspicious, okay?"

"Ah, okay, I understand," she replied with a faint smile.

"Yes, the main one is your relationship with Harry Evans. You studied at Grand Canyon University. And became his secretary?"

"Um. Yes," she replied uncomfortably.

"But when we investigated, you were in a relationship with someone else. And according to those we interviewed, he really loved you, but you broke up, may I ask why?"

"I don't mind. His name was John Smith. He was nice but a bit dull. John loved me, but he was stupid and had no ambition. In the end, he was content to be poor. I wasn't, so I left him and chose a man who had a future.

"He was also too dependent. When we broke up, he kept begging me to stay. I endured his toxicity for years. I lost respect for him when he did nothing but cling to me. What could someone like that ever accomplish? I was so glad to be rid of him," she replied in disgust.

Hearing her words, my anger was channeled into my hand, which crushed my favorite fountain pen into tiny pieces. It was a limited edition Montblanc Boehme Papillion.

'The nerve of this bitch. But what a shame, I paid over $200,000 for this pen,' I lamented.

I felt so sad to have lost such a precious instrument, I belatedly noticed the amount of souls in the air. Even for a Phantom like me, the pressure was suffocating. Caroline, a human was already dying on the floor.

The ones releasing the souls? Every single Siren around me.

"Goodness, she might really die at this rate," I said in irritation.