My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Chapter 45

Chapter 45

It was mind blowing. Out of the 30,000 comments, around 25,000 of them were newly registered

accounts as well as hate bots.

Who had orchestrated all of this?

She didn’t even have to think about it. It was either Zoey or Samuel.

Lucille closed the web page.

Truthfully speaking, with her hacking skills, it was a piece of cake for her to delete those insulting

comments. Even so, she didn’t do anything. Once her reputation improved so much that even those

hate bots couldn’t influence it, that was when karma would strike.

Lucille raised an eyebrow. She was about to close the laptop when her hand paused.

She thought of a good friend whom she had not contacted for many years.

Lucille opened up another page and quickly accessed a bunch of websites. After she pressed the enter

button, a black prompt popped up on the page.

That was the largest mercenary base in the world. It was a black market where all kinds of big shots

gathered.

Lucille entered her username and password.

The general public only knew that after several years of fighting, the eldest daughter of the Jules family

in Dilsburg had inherited her father’s business and become the top dog, as well as the undefeated God

of War. However, no one knew that she had another identity on top of that. She was the top mercenary

on the legendary rankings of the black market that no one could surpass.

With a ding, she successfully logged in, and she began to receive incessant notifications. At a glance,

there were at least a thousand messages.

Lucille ignored them all.

Just as she was about to take a look at her friend list, she received a voice call.

Lucille grinned. Speak of the devil.

“Benjamin, long time no see,” she greeted.

“Ah! You’re finally back, Lucille. I’ve been waiting for you for two years, you know? You have no

conscience. You just disappeared from the world without a word. I was so worried about you. You’re so

heartless!” Benjamin, who was on the other end of the line, was so angry that she jumped up and down

and complained. The corners of Lucille’s lips curled into a smile.

“You must have lost a lot of money without a cash cow like me around, huh?” she teased.

Over the past few years, she had taken on nearly a hundred dangerous missions that the other

mercenaries did not want to take. Each time, she worked with Benjamin. She was responsible for

completing them, while he was responsible for invading the target’s systems by hacking and watching

her back.

After she left the black market and stopped accepting tasks, they lost contact.

Benjamin scratched his nose and asked, ‘Lucille, where have you been in the past two years?”

Apart from knowing her name, he didn’t know anything else.

They had never met before.

-Lucille did not answer the question. She merely replied, “I’m going offline. See

you later.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Benjamin hurriedly blurted. “Since you have come back, I need to tell you that there’s

a new task with a high commission. The previous mercenaries failed four times in a row, and now the

commission has increased to 50 million! Lucille, we-”

“No.”

Lucille refused with no room for argument.

The high pay meant high risk. That kind of life was not a problem for her in the past, but right then…

Looking at her slender and tender hands, Lucille sighed helplessly.

Her body was too weak. If she return to her peak form, she had to train more.

Benjamin also sighed. He knew that she was stubborn, so he didn’t try to persuade her. He simply said,

“Give me your contact information, or I won’t be able to find you again.”

This time, Lucille did not hesitate and simply told him her phone number.

As soon as he said that, Benjamin made a sound of surprise.

Obviously, he had found out her information through her phone number, so he was surprised and

looked at it while acting nosey. “So, your full name is Lucille Jules? You were kicked out of your house

two days ago, and your engagement was canceled. Now, you’re being flamed on the Internet.

Lucille was silent. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

She had no expression on her face. “Mute yourself.”