Sweet Revenge With My Billionaire Vampire

Closing his book, Richard turned his attention fully to Evans. "So what are you going to do now that this one quit?"

Evans hummed, drumming his fingers against his knee as he thought. "Probably just hire another one," he said with little hesitation. "It’s the only option left."

"With what money?" Alfonso asked, scoffing loudly. "You wasted most of our budget on Dacatt."

Evans waved a dismissive hand. "The company’s sales have gone up by a lot recently. We can take the money from there. The company doesn’t belong to Adeline yet, after all. Not until she gets married. So she has no say on what we do with the money."

"At the same time, we can’t take too much, or it’ll become concerning," Alfonso pointed out, glancing at Richard who gave him a nod of agreement.

"And besides, don’t you think it’s time we stop throwing money at assassins?" He gestured vaguely. "Look at where it’s gotten us—two failures, and now we’re running low on funds. If we go for a third, and they fail too, that’s even more money down the drain and a waste of time. By the time we find yet another one, Adeline will already be married, inherited everything, and—most importantly—she’ll have written her own will."

"And one thing’s for sure... the moment she gets control of the company, she’s going to fire us. That’s not even up for debate. Unless, of course, you think she’s going to forgive us for all those years we treated her like an outcast." His lips curled, his eyes glinting with sarcasm. "Which—let’s be honest—the chances of that happening are next to zero."

Evans remained silent.

Alfonso crossed his arms over his chest, exhaling tiredly. "What I’m saying is, the amount in our joint account right now looks pitiful. If we’re smart, we save what we have so that when the time comes and Adeline kicks us out, we can still live comfortably."

"But if you spend it all on another hitman? Hell, a few years from now, we might be completely bankrupt."

Sensing where his brother was headed, Evans’ frown deepened. His hands balled into fists as he leaned forward, fixing Alfonso with a disappointed look, his voice laced with disbelief. "Are you saying we should just stop and just let Adeline take everything?"

Alfonso gave him a lazy shrug. "Basically. None of our plans have worked, Evans. Maybe it’s a sign to stop."

The entire time, Richard remained silent. He had reopened his book and continued reading, his fingers idly flipping a page, though he was listening.

Evans’s chair rattled as he abruptly stood, his expression twisting with frustration. He threw out his arms, gesturing around them. "Look around, Alfonso."

He swept a hand toward the acres of land that stretched beyond the balcony, the lavish gardens, and the towering mansion they lived in. "Do you really want to leave all of this to a girl who doesn’t even know what to do with it? If she gets it all, we’ll have to move out and live among the—" He cut himself off, his face contorting as if the words themselves were too filthy to say.

"Regular people?" Richard asked, glancing up at him with a raised brow.

Evans snapped his finger, nodding once. "Exactly. Imagine all our friends seeing us in that condition. Imagine the humiliation. We’d become a laughingstock."

He turned on his heel and strode over to Alfonso, stopping right behind his chair and gripping the backrest tightly. Leaning down so his lips were near his brother’s ear, he lowered his voice. "Do you really want that?"

"I’ve thought about it," Alfonso admitted, glancing off to the side, avoiding his brother’s gaze. "And honestly? I don’t care what they think or say about me. As long as I’m not poor and won’t become poor in the future, then I’m good."

Evans shook the chair slightly, trying to rattle some sense into his brother. "You’re not talking like the Alfonso I know. If we get Adeline’s inheritance and split it evenly, we’d be multi-millionaires. Is that really something you want to pass up?"

Alfonso didn’t answer, a bit conflicted.

Straightening up, Evans turned his attention to Richard. He walked over to his side and leaned down, resting a hand against the table. "And you, brother? You want to be a multi-millionaire, don’t you?"

Richard hesitated for a brief moment before giving a small nod. "I do."

Alfonso sighed, rubbing his chin in thought, his voice heavy with doubt as he asked, "But what if this one fails again?"

"It won’t," Evans said. "This time... I’ll make sure of it."

He turned and walked back to his seat, lowering himself into it with a confident smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "This time, that brat will die."

Alfonso rolled his eyes. "As if I haven’t heard that before. But fine." He pushed himself up from the chair and dusted off his pants. "Do whatever you want. But if we end up with nothing in the future, I’m holding you responsible."

"I’ve got to go. I promised my daughters I’d take them shopping or something." Without another word, he strode toward the doors leading inside, disappearing down the hall.

Richard sighed, snapping his book shut. He stood up, rubbing his temple as if the whole conversation had given him a headache. "I’m going inside too. This morning sun is getting too hot for my liking."

He left, leaving Evans alone on the balcony.

Evans got up and made his way to the railing, gazing down with a small smile. But just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished at the sudden sound of familiar laughter drifting up from below.

His forehead creased, irritation flashing in his eyes. His gaze darted to the source of the sound, and there they were—Adeline and Enzo—walking toward the garden’s entrance, their laughter echoing in the open air. Just the sight of them had already ruined his morning.

They stepped past the wooden door, entering the vast, meticulously maintained garden. The early morning sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled patterns on the stone pathway beneath their feet.

Enzo strolled alongside her, his arm draped over her shoulder. His ear did a twitch, indicating that they were being watched.