Milf Hunter: Seducin Chapter 847: Messing With Arturo

Chapter 847: ssing With Arturo

The eleventh guard lunged with a broken bottle. I caught his wrist, twisting until the glass shattered in his hand. Then, I gripped his head, snapping his neck before he could scream.

Eleven.

The twelfth guard froze, terror in his eyes. I didn’t let him beg. I gripped his skull, crushing it between my hands like an eggshell.

Twelve.

The last guard dropped to his knees, pleading. I gripped his chin, forcing him to look at .

"You should’ve run," I whispered.

Then, I snapped his neck.

Thirteen.

The room was silent.

Thirteen bodies lay scattered, broken, lifeless. Blood pooled on the marble, glistening under the chandelier’s light, seeping into the grooves of the floor like a dark painting. The air reeked of iron and death, thick and heavy, clinging to the back of my throat.

Arturo stared at , his face pale, his body trembling like a leaf in a storm. His arrogance was gone. His power was gone. All that remained was fear—raw, primitive, the kind that strips a man bare and leaves him shivering in the cold.

His hands shaking, he clutched the armrests of his chair, his knuckles white. His breath ca in short, ragged gasps, his eyes wide, unblinking, locked onto the bodies scattered around .

Lorena stood frozen, her dark eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her mother clutched her chest, her face white with horror, her lips moving in a silent prayer. A teacup shattered on the floor, unnoticed, forgotten.

I turned back one last ti, my gaze sweeping over the carnage—thirteen broken bodies, Arturo’s ashen face, Lorena’s wide, horrified eyes, her mother’s trembling hands clutching her chest. The air reeked of blood and fear, the marble floor slick with crimson pools, the chandelier’s light glinting off the shards of broken porcelain and bone.

Arturo took a stumbling step back, his face pale, his breath ragged. His arrogance was gone, replaced by the raw, primitive terror of a man who had just witnessed his own mortality. His eyes flickered between

and the bodies scattered like broken dolls, his mind struggling to comprehend what he had just seen.

I scoffed, a low, dark sound, dripping with contempt. "Pathetic," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper, but it carried—heavy, final, like a death sentence.

Then, I turned away.

I didn’t look back.

I didn’t need to.

The doors of the villa lood ahead, grand and ornate, a symbol of Arturo’s power—a power that had just crumbled like dust under my boots. I stepped forward, my movents fluid, unhurried, the confidence of a man who knew he was untouchable.

As I crossed the threshold, I activated my abilities—Invisibility wrapping around

like a shroud, Telekinesis humming beneath my skin, ready to propel

away from this place of broken n and shattered illusions.

The world blurred around , the sounds of the villa—Arturo’s choked breaths, Lorena’s stifled gasps, the distant wails of her mother—fading into silence. The ground fell away beneath

as I rose, weightless, unseen, the night air rushing past

like a whisper of death.

The night swallowed

as I soared through the skies, the villa shrinking beneath —a re speck of light in the vast darkness, a kingdom that had just learned the cost of defying . Arturo’s empire, his wealth, his influence—all of it ant nothing now. He had seen what I was. He had seen what I could do. And now, he would learn what it ant to stand against .

I landed silently on the balcony of Marina’s house, the night air cool against my skin. She was inside, waiting, always waiting. I stepped through the French doors, my presence filling the room like a shadow.

Marina looked up, her eyes gleaming with curiosity, concern, lust. "You’re back," she murmured, her voice soft, knowing. "I felt you coming."

I sat beside her, my mind already racing, planning, unraveling the threads of Arturo’s life. "He thinks he’s untouchable," I murmured, my voice low, dangerous, a growl of promise. "His reputation, his arrogance—he thinks being Chief Justice makes him a god."

A cold smirk curved my lips. "Let’s show him what happens when a god falls."

I activated SERA, my voice sharp, commanding. "Compile everything," I ordered, my eyes burning with feral intensity. "Every illegal deal, every bribe, every dirty secret Arturo has ever touched." My fingers flexed, imagining the chaos I was about to unleash. "And leak it. Worldwide."

SERA’s voice responded, smooth, efficient. "Compiling now, Master."

"Find every asset," I continued, my voice dark, relentless. "Every bank account, every property, every shell company." My eyes glead with cold calculation. "And transfer it all. Nowhere can he touch."

"Pressure the xican Law Bench," I commanded, my voice a whisper of death. "I want Arturo arrested by dawn." My lips twisted. "And Lorena? Cancel her license. Destroy her reputation."

"It will be done, Master," SERA replied, already executing my orders with ruthless efficiency.

Within minutes, the machine sprang to life. SERA infiltrated networks, hacked databases, unleashed bots and trolls across the xican web.

Fake accounts scread for justice, mocked Arturo’s hypocrisy, demanded his head. Leaked docunts flooded social dia, news outlets, governnt servers—proof of illegal rackets, sex trafficking, real estate mafia ties, bribes paid in blood and cash.

"Master," SERA inford, "the first wave of leaks has gone viral. xican news outlets are picking it up."

I smirked. "Good."

"Arturo’s bank accounts are being drained," SERA continued. "His assets are being frozen."

"Perfect."

"Pressure is being applied to the xican Law Bench," SERA reported. "Judges are receiving anonymous threats. Public outrage is escalating."

I leaned back, satisfied, watching the chaos unfold on the screen of my mind. "And Lorena?"

"Her license is being revoked, Master," SERA said, "and false evidence of corruption is being planted in her records."

A slow, dangerous smile spread across my lips. "Let them burn."

Within thirty minutes, the news broke—live on television, trending on every social platform, echoing through the streets of xico.

Arturo’s face flashed across screens, his na synonymous with corruption, his reputation shattered in real ti. Sex trafficking allegations. Illegal racketeering. Real estate mafia connections. Bribes. Murder.

"This is happening now, Master," SERA inford, "Live broadcasts are showing protests outside Arturo’s ho."

I closed my eyes, imagining the horror on Arturo’s face, the betrayal in Lorena’s eyes, the sha burning through her mother. "Let them watch their world crumble."

"Arturo is being called in for questioning," SERA said. "The xican Law Bench is demanding his resignation."

"And Lorena?" I asked, my voice a dark purr.

"Her na is being dragged through the mud, Master," SERA replied. "Her career is over."

I opened my eyes, eting Marina’s gaze. She stared at , awed, terrified, aroused by the power I wielded. "They thought they could defy ," I murmured, my voice a growl of triumph. "Now they know the cost."